My Dearest Cousin,

My last letter wasn't as eloquent as it should've been, and I hope the actual content didn't intimidate you, for lack of a better word. I haven't received a reply from you yet, but I wanted to let you know ahead of time that Anna and I will be arriving in Corona one day before the state funeral. We may, of course, arrive earlier if the sea is kind to us, and I hope it will be, for my sojourn in Corona will be my first time speaking to you alone. We'll have enough daylight to spend our first hour looking over your speech for the memorial service, but I would be more than honored if you reserved the following night for a quiet walk along the seashore.

I initially planned on organizing the service myself, but your parliament objected against it. The public supported their open letter by stating their own cultural reasons, many of which I understood, such as wanting to keep the country's funeral traditions in the hands of its native director. To my knowledge, you've played no part in the backlash. I'm not even aware of whether or not you've been in the public eye after Christmas, but I wouldn't want you to think that I was trying to "horn my way" into your throne room because of your High Councillor's misinterpretations. I hope it's clear that I'm only trying to help.

On a happier note, I can't tell you how happy I am to hear about your daughter. "Happy" doesn't even graze the surface. Anna and I were in tears, and Arendelle's celebration of our new family member's life is going on as I write. The announcement had a late start in the North, but what it did include was a statement regarding a ban that prohibits everyone except her wet nurse from seeing her.

If there is any truth in the print, then will Anna and I also be prohibited from seeing our precious cousin?

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