Dear diary:
This is not how I wanted to spend my birthday. Thrown into a deep, dark, foul smelling dungeon with my brother, awaiting trial and, if all goes wrong, execution. My husband is dead, my sister is a traitor, and my niece and daughter are missing. I pray they are safe, and far from Arendelle. Our once fair city has fallen into evil hands through a bloody revolution, stirred up by the enemies of the crown. Anyone against the movement is murdered, no one is spared.
We have come up with numerous plans for escape. None of them got past the planning stages. We're too scared to try anything, lest they have had our children this whole time, waiting for an excuse to harm them in front of us.
I must go, for a guard has come. He says it's time. Whatever that means, it can't be good. A last note to the children; Your uncle/father and I love you and pray you're safe from harm. If we make it out of here alive we will come find you. We'll leave Norway for a more peaceful land, I promise you. I hope to see you both again.
