'You know you remind me of summer on a rocky castle far away from the icy coldness of winter.'
'Wow, liar. You were stalking me after all.'
'I really am not.'
Merida twists a curl in her hand, yelping as it pulls on a knot and forms a response. If two years ago someone told her she was writing a letter, she'd sock them or worse. Besides, she never thought anyone had pen pals anymore. Elsa was different, a princess like her. A queen now, who had ice magic. In Scotland, she would be called a Cailleach. Except, Elsa had reassured her that she was not a hag. And it might just have been paper but she sounded most decidedly peeved.
'How is husband-hunting going?'
'I want to freeze all these morons. They're all too arrogant, too stupid or just interested in the crown. Was it this bad with you?'
'Pretty much. My ma allowed me to stop husband-hunting when I beat all of them fair and square.'
'Maybe you should beat this bunch up here too. I don't know why everyone thinks I need a husband. I am such a capable queen.'
'And modest too! Who knows, maybe at the next tournament you might find me there.'
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'Dearest snookums,
Maybe I can call you with this fancy shmucky technology but this is so nostalgic, I simply had to.
I hate when I have to come back here to monitor my idiot brothers managing the kingdom, but I do have some experience. Do you think they will believe me if I say marrying you automatically gives me ice powers so I can freeze their precious hair?
Yours truly,
Merida.'
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'Dearest one-of-these-days-I-will-freeze-you wife,
Please stop calling me snookums. No, the triplets are too old now. Stop sulking you'll be back before you know it. Nostalgia definitely suits you.
Anna and Kristoff send love and have asked for some oatcakes for Sven. The reindeer is fatted.
Love you,
Elsa'
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'Elsa,
I love you too.
Merida.'
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'You're already home!'
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