We all wake up and eat a quick and silent breakfast. Then, we all start to walk South, the direction of the Stone Table.

About middle of the morning, Mr. Beaver turns around to the Pevensies', who are walking behind me and the Beavers.

"Come on, Humans, while we're still young!" he says before he turns around again, chuckling.

"If he tells us to hurry one more time, I'll turn him into a big fluffy hat." Peter says to his sisters as he gives Lucy a ride on his back, causing me to smile.

Then, I think I hear bells. And the only one I can think of who has bells on their sleigh is... the Witch!

"Hurry up!" Mr. Beaver shouts, frantically.

"He IS getting a little bossy." Lucy says, meaning that they don't hear the bells.

"No, it's her!" I shout as I turn and point behind them.

They turn, see the sleigh, and now they start to run. Then, we all start running for the woods.

When we get to the trees, we slide down a small hill into a small cave. Peter, Susan, and I go in first. My back is pressed against Peter, who wraps his arm around my waist, which ignites the sparks in my stomach. And Susan sits on the other side of us.

Next, Lucy and the Beavers side in. The bells stop right above us and we see the shadow of what must be the Witch. Then, it disappears.

"Maybe... she's gone." Lucy whispers.

"I'll check." I say as I start to slide out, until Peter tightens his grip and Mr. Beaver steps in front of me.

"Absolutely not." Peter objects to my suggested actions as he holds me even tighter.

"No, Arya, he's right. I'll go. You're no good to Narnia dead," he tells me.

"Neither are you, Beaver." Mrs. Beaver says, lovingly.

He smiles at his wife. "Thanks, sweetheart." he says as he walks out anyway.

A few silent seconds pass before he swings down, smiling, but nevertheless, frightening Lucy, making her squeal.

"Come out, come out! I hope you all have been good, cause there's someone here to see ya!" he exclaims, happily.

We all crawl out and I turn around after I stand up to see who's on the hill, ready to fight if I have to.

But then, I relax and smile as I see an old friend of Narnia's. Old Saint Nicolas laughs at the sight of us, making everyone smile as well.

"Merry Christmas, sir." Lucy says, apparently recognizing him.

Nick smiles. "It certainly is, Lucy, since you have arrived." he says to her before looking at me and bowing. "It is an honor to see you again, Princess."

I slightly bow back to him. "The pleasure is all mine, Nicolas." I say, kindly.

We both straighten up before Peter apologetically says, "We're sorry, sir. We thought that you were the Witch."

Nick's smile falters a little. "Yes, well, in my defense, I've been driving one of these long before the Witch. And I don't think that the Witch would give you these."

He turns back to his sleigh, lifts his large dark brown sack, and throws it to the ground, the bag shows its contents.

"Presents!" Lucy squeals, gleefully.

I chuckle at this as Nicolas takes something out of the bag and turns to me.

"Princess," he says, causing me to stand before him. "A gift for you."

And I finally see the objects that he concealed. It turns out to be an elegant, white gold bow with a thin band as the bowstring, and I pull out an arrow from the snow white leather quiver filled with arrows that have silver shafts, clear diamond heads, and snow white feathers.

"These are... amazing!" I exclaim. "Thank you so much, Nicolas!"

He smiles at my smile. "You are more than welcome, Princess. These bow and arrows are magical. The bow will always shoot true for you and you alone. The quiver will never be empty." he explains the powers of my new weapons. "Weapons only fit for a High Queen of Narnia."

I bow to the old man in complete gratitude. Then, he turns to Lucy as he pulls something from the bag.

He holds out a small glass flask with warm light brown liquid in it. "The juice of the Fire Flower." Nick says. "One drop will cure any injury. And I hope you'll never have to use this, but..."

He puts a small dagger in her hands. It has a crimson red scabbard and belt, and a small golden lion's head on the end of the hilt.

"Thank you, sir." Lucy says. "But,... I think I can be brave enough."

Nicolas smiles slightly. "I am sure you will. But, battles are... ugly affairs."

He straightens up and pulls out another bow, but it's brown with a black thread bowstring, a white quiver full of brown wooden arrows with red feathers, and a white horn that had the head of a white lion... Aslan.

"Susan," Nick says to Susan as he turns to her. "Use these to your advantage. The bow will shoot true if you believe in it. And if you blow this horn, help will always come."

"What happened to 'battles are ugly affairs'?" Susan asks him, taking the weapons and horn.

Nicholas and I laugh at this. Trust Susan to try and sound smart at any moment. As usual.

"Yes, ugly, but at times, necessary." Nicholas says to her, his hand patting her shoulder.

Susan smiles and glances at her weapons before looking again at the cheerful old man. "Thanks." she says to him.

Nicholas turns once again to his bag and pulls out a magnificent sword and a shield and turns around to face Peter.

"Peter," Nick calls him forward, to which Peter steps in front of the old man, looking nervous. "It is time for you to have these."

Nicholas offers Peter the weapons, but Peter doesn't take them as quickly as the rest of us did. He looks at me, his eyes uncertain. I smile and nod, encouragingly, and he smiles in return before he takes the sword from Nick. I take the shield as Peter unsheathes the silver sword from the dark brown scabbard.

The sword shines with a pure radiance that fulls me with emotions that are so strong in my heart. All of us stare, transfixed, at the beautiful sword.

"Thank you, sir." Peter says to Nick, still staring at the sword.

"This sword was made by the Elvish King Asriel." Nick says to Peter, smiling.

I smile even more. "My father." I say, lovingly.

"May these tools- not toys- help you all on the battle of good against evil." Nick says. "Now, I must be leaving. When you've been gone for a hundred years, you find that you have a lot of gifts that haven't been given. And winter is nearly over."

Nicholas lifts his bag and throws it in the sled and turns to us once again. "Long live Aslan!" he says, proudly, before turning to me and bowing, to which I bow in return and gets back in his sled. "And Merry Christmas!"

He cracks his whip and his reindeer take off running away from us. We all wave and shout: "Merry Christmas!"

When he disappears from sight, Lucy looks at Susan, her smile gone. "Told you he was real." she tells her older sister.

Instantly shocked by this, I turn to look at Susan. "You didn't think he was real?" I ask her, incredulously.

She shrugs, a little uncomfortable with being put on the spot. I sigh and shake my head in disbelief.

"He said... 'winter is nearly over'." Peter says, troubled. "You all know what that means?"

I think about it for a moment before groaning. I know... No one else seems to get it, so I say:

"No more ice."