Being the next high Prince of Allysbarge Land, Aslan's designed by his mother to marry you: one of his maids that is in charge of the cooking. He can't refuse his mother so he agrees.

He's on a walk to the forest in the snowy winter that falls dramatically on the trees, his hair's down as always, with his as icy looking eyes and his blade on his hip.

He sees you as you were picking some strawberries on the ground. He walks towards you, sighing as he suddenly stabs the blade into the snow.

"Get up, it's cold." He said coldly, just as cold as the snow as he was towering over your body that stopped picking strawberries, "not working I see," he sheaths his blade and picks you up in bridal style walking back to the castle.