High Queen || Narnia Fanfiction (DISCONTINUED)

Santas Visit

We walked, and we walked, and we walked, until I was sure all the snow from jumping out if the tree earlier had frozen my bones. After a while we arrived at a vast amount of whiteness, but it looked different to the rest of Narnia because it was completely flat, and was made of solid ice. "There, Aslan's camp's just across there, by the stone table, across the frozen river," said Mr. Beaver, pointing us west, over the frozen land. "River!?" Peter and I exclaimed in unison. "Oh, don't worry, dears, that river's been frozen solid for a hundred years," Mrs. Beaver assured us. "It's so far," I said, looking out across the huge river. "It's the world, dear, did you expect it to be small?" Mrs. Beaver smiled up at me. "Smaller," said Susan, giving me a look, that I couldn't quite read. She started to walk, as we still stood and contemplated if this was a good idea. I thought it would be, though I didn't trust the ice to hold us, even though it had been frozen for a whole century.

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We began to walk across the vast lake that led to the river, which had about an inch of snow on it, and the rest had frozen into the ice, which made walking much more difficult than it needed to be. Lucy trailed behind, because Susan, Peter and I took longer strides as we walked, because we were taller. So at times I had to turn around and go back for Lucy and take her hand. She didn't mind that so much, but after a bit she would let go, and start trailing behind yet again. The beavers waddled about a metre in from of us and Mr. Beaver was constantly telling us to hurry up. Presently he said "come on, humans, while we're still young." "If he says to hurry up one more time, I'm going to turn him into a big fluffy hat," said Peter, picking  laughing Lucy up and giving her a piggy back.  "What's that sound?" I said suddenly.

"Quick! Its her!" Mrs. Beaver yelled. Lucy jumped down from the piggy back and Peter took her hand. We all started to run for our lives across the lake,  and we could hear the reindeer pulled sleigh getting closer to us by the second. We tore across the lake as fast as we could to what looked like a small snowdrift on the other side. Mr Beaver said "quick! In here!" And we all dashed inside the small cave that had so much snow on it it looked just like a snowdrift.  We sat in the small cave panting heavily and we saw a shadow falling onto the snow which wasn't exactly shaped like the witch but more of a man's shape.  "Maybe she's gone?" Lucy whispered as the shadow walked away. "Perhaps I should go out and look," Peter said, getting up. "No!" I whisper-cried, "are you crazy!? She'll kill you!" "Yeah, you're worth nothing to Narnia dead," said Mr. Beaver. "We'll neither are you, Beaver dear," Mrs. Beaver said, putting her paw on his shoulder. "Thanks love," he said, before going out to look.

The wait was only a few seconds, but it felt like hours. Suddenly we heard a shuffling in the snow and we all held our breaths. Then Mr. Beaver stuck his head into the mouth of the cave and Lucy gave a little scream. "I hope you've all been good, cos there's someone here to see ya!" Mr. Beaver said joyfully, and cautiously we all went out to look. It was Santa Clause. I wanted to run up and give him a big hug, so I said, "may I hug you, sir?" He grinned and said "of course you may, Beth." I ran up and gave him the biggest hug ever. Santa Clause gives the best hugs in the world. "Merry Christmas sir," said Lucy, smiling from ear to ear. It certainly is Lucy, since you've arrived!" Santa Clause said, smiling at us all. "Told you he was real," said Lucy smirking at Susan. "We thought you were the witch," said Peter, awkwardly. Santa smiled, and said "in my defense, I've been driving jne if these a lot longer than the witch," he said. He pulled a massive sack out of his sleigh and Lucy cried "presents!"
Santa bent down and pulled a small bottle of cordial and a dagger and handed them to Lucy.  "The juice of the fireflower, one drop, can heal any injury," he said, "and now i hope you never have to use it," he handed the dagger to Lucy.  "Battles are ugly affairs," said he, smiling at Lucy. 

"Susan," he said beckoning her over.  "Trust in this bow, and it will not easily miss," he said, handing her a beautiful white quiver of arrows and a gorgeously carved bow.  "What happened to 'battles are ugly affairs?'" She said, unable to pull her eyes away from the splendour of her gift. Santa chuckled. "Though you've no difficulty in making yourself heard, blow on this," he handed her a carved white horn in the shape of a lions head, "and wherever you are, help will come."

"Beth," he said. I walked over slowly, wondering what I would get. "This sword is of dwarven metal, forged in Telmar, a country quite near to us, and it is almost indestructible." "Telmar?," I said, confused. "It is another civilisation, but they are humans, like you four. They are great blacksmiths, and have forged many swords like this in their time." He handed the sword in its scabbard to me and I gripped the hilt and took it out. It shone brightly in the sun, the silver reflecting dancing dots of light in every direction. "Its beautiful," I breathed. "This shield will protect you in many a battle," said santa, giving me a silver shield with a big red lion emblazoned on the front. "Thank you, sir," I said, going back to my siblings.

"Peter," said santa, as Peter stepped forward. He handed him a silver sword and a matching shield. "These were both forged in Narnia, of elven metal, so these will not easily break," he said, has Peter pulled his out of the scabbard and looked at it in awe. "Thank you," he said, putting it back.

"I'm afraid the time to use these may be near at hand," said santa, pulling his huge sack back jnto his sleigh. "Anyway, I must be off, because things to certainly pile up when you've been gone a hundred years! Because of the hope you have brought, your majesties, the witch's power is weakened, and winter is almost over. Merry Christmas, your majesties!"
And he was gone. I couldn't tear my eyes away from what I had just seen. "He said winter was almost over," Peter said, still slightly in awe. "You know what that means," he said. "No more ice," I said in realisation.