The Queen of The Snow Elves has been identified as "The Dragonborn" who was of significant prominence 66 years past, an uncorrupted female Falmer by the name of Nysteris Agarwen. Responsible for the infiltration attack in the Thalmor Embassy around the same time. Of atypical appearance and easy to recognise due to her race: black hair of considerable length, blue eyes, medium height, slim build. Age cannot be determined; appears young. Often travels with face obscured.
Known affiliations with High Queen Elisif; Dark Brotherhood; Jarl Siddgeir of Falkreath Hold; Thieve's guild in Riften; the court of Whiterun; First councillor Morvayn of Raven Rock in Solstheim.
Almost always seen in the company of a Dunmer male going by the name of Teldryn Sero. Strong affiliations with House Redoran. Former Captain of the Redoran Guard. Ambassador to the Snow Elf Kingdom and consort to the queen. Alliances between the New Falmer Kingdom and House Redoran seem to be reliant solely on him and his relationship to the queen.
Above average height. Estimated age approximately 100 years. Dark grey skin tone. Red eyes (vivid). Short facial hair. Medium to heavy build. Distinctive dark blue Dunmeri facial tattoos. Black hair in crested style, shaved sides.
Known affiliations with Redoran Guard; Solstheim; Blacklight; Windhelm (Gray Quarter).
Both are to be considered hostile and are to be approached with extreme caution.
Diplomatic discussions with Queen Nysteris in Solitude were unsuccessful. No further negotiations are considered appropriate at this time.

Surveillance has been dispatched to trace her movements. Particular interest is focused on Teldryn Sero as potential target for involuntary retention as a negotiation tool.

The location of the Falmer Kingdom is suspected to be near the border of Skyrim in Haafingar Hold. Confirmation needed.
The queen's voluntary compliance is essential to securing her allegiance and access to her dragons. Incentives to comply may be utilised once confirmation of the location of the kingdom is obtained and/or the capture of her consort has been achieved.

The two dragons under her control are of unique appearance and will be targeted with tracking spells if they are seen, to reveal the location of their home.
Messages detailing progress to follow at regular intervals.

Please brief all justiciars on correct protocol regarding this matter.

Elenwen
First Emissary in Skyrim

I was numb as I read the neatly inked letter, the freezing wind peppering my hair with snow. The five bloodied corpses of the Thalmor messenger envoy lay still at my feet, their robes rustling in the icy breeze.

There was no way I could return to The Vale now.

Or Solitude; or Whiterun; or Falkreath.

Even Naslaarum and Voslaarum, my beautiful dragons, my avatars; I could not call them.

For the first time in the thousands of years since I had left The Vale as a naive young girl seeking revenge on Ysgramor, I felt the true burden of conflict, the true fear of loss.
The most excruciating agony of loneliness and despair.

I was with child, unable to return to my people and my homeland; without my dragons. And Teldryn was wrought with misery and guilt; he was all that I had left.
And it was him who the Thalmor were targeting. Trying to wield him as a blackmail tool to force me to bend my knee.
I heard his footsteps crunch in the snow as he came up behind me, gently placing his hand on the small of my back as he took the letter from my hands and began to read it.

I heard him release a small, exasperated sigh as he finished reading.

'At least we got to it before it reached the Summerset Isles.'

I needed to warn Gelebor and Virdanyis; I needed to get back to The Vale; I needed to protect Teldryn.

It was strange to me.

In the beginning, I had hired him to protect me.
But now the tables had turned. I was more than capable of defending myself. I had my thu'um, my power, my dark allies.

But Teldryn, no matter how capable, was just a man. And if he was captured... I couldn't bear the thought of the choice I would be forced to make.

I couldn't risk calling Naslaarum or Voslaarum to me. The portal in Darkfall Passage and Darkfall Cave had long since been closed to prevent access to The Vale.

If I called Odahviing or Durnehviir to take us home, they would be attacked and killed by the avatars; no amount of intervention on my part could prevent it.

For a moment, I thought about what would happen if I did give my allegiance to the Aldmeri Dominion.

I remembered the White-Gold Concordat; how the empire had been forced to agree to its terms under threat of annihilation.

It had been necessary to preserve the safety of Skyrim. Pride, it had been decided, was not worth the loss of life.
I had come this far and sacrificed this much; maybe it was time for me to swallow my pride.

'Where do we go now?'

His voice was quiet and subdued. Broken.

I needed to make a decision.

There was not much time.

I took a long time to answer him as I tried to push my mind to function through my despair; he did not make a sound.

'We need... We're going to the Thalmor Embassy. We need to kill them all... Leave none of them standing. No witnesses. And we need to kill Elenwen.'

'Sera.' His voice was still quiet and sad; though I felt for him, I was in no position to help him right now. 'You should think about this.'

'We have Elenwen's report. Once we clear the embassy, there will be nobody left who knows about this. The information will never reach the Summerset Isles. And when they find the bodies, nobody will know that it was us.'

'We could die.' He looked down at the dead Altmer in the snow, his face sad and still. 'We can't stop all of the scouts and spies. Where will we go? They know everything about us; we either lead them to The Vale, or they track us down somewhere else.'

'They don't know everything.'

I had not wanted to revisit my undead past; it was a time of great darkness. The memories were distressing and traumatising.

But my options were running out.
I had already intended to visit Serana tomorrow.
I knew it was a case of drowning in the river to avoid the fire; but I saw no other way.

'Castle Volkihar. They will never find us there. We can ask Serana for asylum until we know what to do next.'

'Are you serious?' His eyes widened. 'You've told me about that place. The Daughters of Coldharbour. You said that they worship Molag Bal; the one who tried to claim your soul.'

I knew how it sounded. He was right to be apprehensive.

'We can trust Serana.' My voice lowered to a whisper. 'It's the others we need to be wary of.'