This tale takes place five years later, in the year 1009 of Narnia, during the regin of the High King Peter of Narnia.

Winter winds blew over Castle Cair Parevel. A light dusting of dazzling bright snow blanketed the grounds. Inside the enormous library of the castle, sat the High King Peter in a large red arm chair. A roaring fire crackled before him and as Peter watched the flames dance, he was reminded once again of the terriable winter. The white witch had kept Narnia under ice and snow for a hundred years.

Now, a number of years later, Peter was still reminded of the horrible curse every winter. The Witch and her followers whom Aslan, Peter and his brother Edmund had so fervently fought to keep Narnia free. Yes, the coming of winter was but a horrible reminder to the high king.

"I should like to not step foot outside this castle until spring." Peter said to himself as the heat from the fire warmed his spirits.

A wish it was, but not at all a realistic one. As the High King, Peter could not hide himself within the great walls of his home. He had to be prepared for any sudden battles, alert to the going on's in Narnia and it's surrounding countries.

Peter smiled as he thought of their neighboring country, Archenland. Five year had passed since they had first met and a growing friendship it had become. It was then he was brought to mind that Corin, King Lune's son was due to arrive to celebrate the Christmas season.

Peter reluctantly stood from his comfortable chair and stretched.

"No lazing about when Corin is to be expected." He yawned. "Though prehaps it shall take my mind off the past."

Corin, now going on 12 years of age was often a visitor at Cair Parevel and preparations for his arrival were always a busy one. A young boy with an every growing energy and appetite that would never slow down.

The flames of the fire seemed to beckon Peter to return to his seat and be entertained by its dance. Peter ignored the offer and left the library before he could change his mind.

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The halls were all a splendor as fresh greenery with lovely red berries hung nicely. Everywhere was a reminder of the Christmas to come. The usual tapestries of Narnian history were replaced with snowy scenes.

Peter walked the halls, looking this way and that as he admired the decorations. Walking toward him, was Susan. Her arms full of an old box that, by the looks of it, was awkward to carry.

"Good morning Queen Susan, may I assist you with that?"

Susan smiled as she stopped before her brother.

"I'd be most appreciative if you would." She answered as she handed over the box.

As Peter accepted the box, he glanced inside and noticed that it was full of beautiful glass ball ornaments.

Smiling, he said jokingly, "Is the tree not up yet?"

Susan replied, "Edmund and Lucy were putting it up as I went to retrieve these." She said gesturing to the box.

At that Susan led the way and Peter followed.

"If there had been an extra hand, the decorating would already be done." Susan said slowly as she gently hinted.

Peter at once understood. It was true, he was not one to hang wreaths or place candles at the high table. He left the decorating to his siblings and was content enough to just admire the finished product.

"I know my limits and strive not to exceed them." He spoke.

Susan gave a look and responded,

"You use to love Christmas, Peter. Our first Christmas here-"

"Edmund was in the clutches of the white witch." Peter finished quickly as he remembered that horrible time.

Susan let out a slight breath. "I mean our first true Christmas, here at Cair Parevel."

Peter nodded. "Yes, I remember that one, there were five families who lost someone in the battle of Gorg just two months before-"

Susan stopped in her tracks and glared at her brother.

"Peter! Christmas is not ment to be so gloomly! Why do you concern yourself with such things during Christmas?"

"Because they happened and Christmas can not undo them." Peter responsed.

Susan at once took back the box of ornaments from her brother's hands.

"I wouldn't want to impose on your Christmas spirit."

Peter watched as Susan left angrily. Deep down he felt awful but he knew he could not change the way he felt. The winter season would always be a reminder of the witch and her evil deeds.

A/N
Yes yes yes!!! Finally I get around to writing this!! I've been getting over a cold and doing my own Christmas preparations. Funny that I put Christmas in this particular story. I want so bad to finish this story before Christmas!!! So feel free to vote and comment.

I made up the battle of Gorg.....