During breakfast, Elsa received reply letters from the other countries. She usually had breakfast with Erik half an hour earlier than the others, thinking that the silence would be destroyed once the children entered the room.
"How many letters are there?" asked Erik.
"Thirteen," replied Elsa. "Once from Vincent and another two yesterday makes sixteen."
"Who's the other two?"
"Gollandia and Naraska," answered Elsa.
"What lia?"
"Gollandia, a small country that is rarely mentioned. It's established for a long time, but there is not much trading with us."
"What about the Naraska?"
"The Naraska family rarely visits Arendelle and there's little trading with us. But I've heard they are the best around our region and they are known for their extensive knowledge in herbs and the herbs are useful in any occasion."
"Sounds like some kind of perfect country."
"Indeed, Naraska has more land than us and their economy is considered to be the best."
"So, are you thinking that we can make agreement with them when they come?" asked Erik, who had just finished his bacon.
"It's up to you. I don't have the right to make such kind of decision, anyway."
"Do you mean I have deprived your rights?"
Elsa glared at him and placed the pile of letters neatly at the side, unwilling to answer Erik's question.
"Oh, I'm just joking," said Erik. "Please don't make me sleep alone tonight."
Elsa blushed slightly.
"Just make sure you won't joke around that much when the other royal families come. I don't want you to become the laughingstock."
The door swung open and the three children rushed towards the table and sat down as quickly as possible. Followed by the laughter of the three, was a child's giggle. Anna came in with Kristoff, with a small boy in her arms.
"Good morning, Uncle Erik, Aunt Elsa," chanted the children.
"Good morning," said Elsa. "Anna, is he sleeping well last night?"
"Not quite," replied Anna. "He came into our room and asked to sleep with me."
"And I got kicked out of bed," added Kristoff.
The little boy blew a raspberry at his father.
"Papa, you are too fat to fit in the bed," said the boy.
"Me? Fat?" exclaimed Kristoff.
He lifted the boy and the child giggled. Kristoff placed him on the chair and the dishes were put onto the table.
"Yum!" said Andrea and she grabbed a bun.
"Aunt Elsa, is that true that we are going to hold a party in June?" asked Fredrick. "I heard that Mama mentioned it yesterday."
"Of course," answered Elsa. "And I've discussed with your Mama and Papa, we have agreed to let you welcome the guests."
"What about me? What about me?" asked Andrea.
"You're going to take care of little Martin,"
"That's not fair!"
"Andrea," said Fredrick. "You say you don't like dancing and talking to strangers, that's why Mama let you take care of Martin."
"I didn't say that!"
Martin clapped his hands and waved gleefully.
"But Mama, I can't stay in the boring room with Martin for the whole night, it will drive me crazy!"
"You are originally crazy," said Fredrick.
"Not really," said Estelle. "Martin is going to sleep early, so you can be free after eight, the party only starts at six. Only two hours and then you can go."
"That's better," said Andrea.
Fredrick left with Kristoff once they had eaten enough. He had been learning about his father's business these days. Estelle was to study with Andrea at the study room with a teacher as their guidance. Estelle had been learning and memorizing all the laws in the thick leathered book.
Elsa and Erik began their usual schedule by having conferences with different people. They met business, farmers, herders, fishermen, and many others. Their meeting did not end until two, and the people still wanted to have further discussion. It was a relief when Elsa found the clock had struck six, so she could have the excuse to dismiss the conference.
Somewhere our there at the vast lands, there was a large country. The country had a stone bridge connecting the world outside and inside. Once walked pass the tower on the bridge, millions of renaissance houses lined neatly. As people walked towards the narrow alley, they walked pass a tall white building with beautiful melodies coming out. The deeper they went, the more stone building came into view, there were small balconies on the second and third storeys, as people gazed up, the two lines of buildings at each side had made the sky an azure thin cloth. After they had passed the clock tower and had reached the end of the alley, a large cream red palace with vermilion roof appeared. The stucco exterior and the statues outside were splendid and lovely. Inside the room of the third storey, a man stood majestically, watching people passing the palace. The light hair and bluish green eyes were the symbols of the country. He glanced at the piano at the corner, and smiled weakly.
"Your Highness," said the butler as he came in, reciting the reminders thoroughly. "Two months later, we will have to leave our country and we will arrive at Arendelle pier in late May, first we'll have to ride in carriages, then we will arrive at the neighbouring country's pier, we will take the ship and went to Arendelle straight. This is going to important because…"
The man was not listening, he was used to the mutters of his butler, and this had been one of his pastime leisure.
"We might be able to find the perfect mistress of our country in Arendelle, I am sure of that. It is not easy for a man like Your Highness and most women at your age would have been married and have children…"
"Alois!"
"…Then we will able to report to the king about…"
"Alois!"
"…The king will be so—"
"Alois!"
"Oh, yes, Your Highness?"
"You may go."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The butler left immediately and another man entered the room, looking at the young man. He was older than the young man, but the traits of light hair and bluish green eyes were almost the same as the young man.
"Boris?" asked the older man.
"Yes, Father?" said the young man, who had walked away from the window.
"It has been years since Elena died…"
"I am aware of that."
"And a prince must have a wife."
"Yes, I am notified of that."
"The past few years, I have been calling girls in the country to have a dance with you, you just won't nod your head," said the older man and he peeped into his son's eyes.
"It is not easy to find a responsible and agreeable wife."
"All men know this."
Both of them smiled and looked outside, watching the white clouds slowly passed away.
At the east of Naraska, there was a small country standing. It was flourishing with prosperity and the markets were bustling. The whole country had Germanic architecture, with bricks buildings and cobbled streets. Down at the square was markets and traders, with people bargaining for prices and discounts. Besides the square, was a shining river which could reflect the blue sky and white cotton clouds. The sun was warm and bright, shining over the ancient country. On the other side of the river, was the palace. The palace was built with bricks that were covered with pearly white paint. The palace was a square-formed building, with a large open area in the centre. At the north wind, a young gentleman was strolling in his room, both excited and anxious. He tidied his brown hair and rubbed his eyes. He had been waiting for his father for hours in the room since morning. Feeling nervous, he straightened his uniform and placed his badges neatly on his coat.
A lady came in, she had the same brown hair and green eyes like the boy, but was two heads taller than him.
"Mama, Mama, has Papa decided yet?" asked the boy anxiously.
"Calm down, Willem," replied the mother. "Your Papa has granted you the permission of going to Arendelle."
"Yeah!"
The boy grinned broadly and bounced around the room.
"Willem."
The curt statement of his name stopped the boy and he looked at the dark shadow at the door, panic-stricken. The shadow revealed itself as it came towards the lady. He had cold grey eyes and stern face, with a serious aura around him.
"Beatrix, I told you not to tell him that early."
His voice was cold like steel, and gave an impression that his commands were not to be disobeyed.
"But Claus, he will have to know sooner or later."
"I have my orders."
The lady did not argue back, she smiled weakly at her husband and left the room without complaining. The boy glanced at his father with horror and did not have the idea of what to say. He tried to say something but something stopped him.
"Go to sleep, I will have a meeting with Mr. Jansen ten minutes later."
The boy obeyed and hurried to bed after he had changed into his pyjamas. The man left the room, with his heels clacking in the corridor with the mahogany floor. The boy did not dare to get out of bed and find his father's whereabouts, the idea of being discovered was unbearable and he could not stand his father's stern attitude.
"Never mind, I will still have chance to meet you," whispered Willem. "Princess Estelle of Arendelle, the girl who has saved her country with her cryokinesis."