Elsa walked slowly down the hallway, having just left Kristoff and Anna's sitting room. The two of them had begun showing their very intimate side, so she'd politely excused herself. She saw Olaf waddling down the hallway towards their room, and she shook her head at him. "I'd avoid them for a little while, Olaf. They're having some married couple time," she told him with a smirk. She hoped the little snowman at least had an idea of what she meant.

"Oh, okay!" he replied, looking dejected briefly, then smiling as a new idea hit him. "Well, I'll just go see what Sven's up to then! He always has time to play! Oh, and Kai had me bring a letter to your desk. It looked important. Bye!" With that, he waddled off toward the stables in search of his reindeer friend.

Elsa stared after Olaf as he waddle away, his flurry following closely behind as he rounded the corner. Then she hurried down the hall to her study, closing herself inside. She saw the letter on her desk, the wolf's head imprinted on the seal, and her heart fluttered a bit. Could it be she had feelings of more than friendship for him? 'Now, Elsa, he's a single King, he probably has many maidens calling on him. Don't get your hopes up,' she thought to herself. Deep down, though, those hopes were pushing back hard against her attempts to squash them.

While her emotions warred inside her, she sat down, opened the letter, and began to read.

'My Dearest Elsa,

I always strive to be a gentleman. It was a point my father could not stress enough, that we were to be at all times a gentleman. That said, I cannot say that I am always proper as other rulers may see it. A few winters ago, I was passing some children having a snowball fight, and a stray one found the side of my head. Silence reigned for several minutes as the boy who threw it and I looked at one another. I proceeded to hand my finer objects to Johan and engage the boy. He won (though I may have held back somewhat), much to the delight of the townsfolk. My advice to help bridge the gap you feel is simple: walk among them. Set aside the emblems of your office and join them, both in their labor as well as their play. My father stressed that a ruler who will stand beside their people instead of above them will find that those same people will forever stand behind them for good or ill.

I have reread the statement about Kristoff's steed several times, and I still am in shock. He actually has a reindeer that he rides? That is most unusual, and something I would definitely like to see. I remember Aksel mentioning a man and a reindeer; I did not expect it to be Kristoff.

This is somewhat awkward for me to admit, but I am not currently pursuing any maidens, though not for a lack of them. Well, that may not be entirely accurate. There is one fair maiden that I would like to pursue, though the distance between us is great and I am unsure how she would respond if she knew. However, I do not believe she would object to our friendship. One advantage to being King is that I would have to approve any arranged marriages, so being forced into one would be difficult. As for making your life as Queen easier, it would have depended solely on the man; a man who felt himself above everyone else would have been even more unapproachable, and would be a disservice to the kingdom.

From what I saw of your sister, she can be rather boisterous. Please accept my condolences in advance if you are forced to attempt to reign in that abundant energy. I would not envy Kristoff. He must be a very special man to have the ability to do so.

You are cousins with the recently returned Princess, Rapunzel? I was not aware of that, and am surprised our paths did not cross sooner. I count her father as a close friend, as did my father before me. As a child my father visited them often, and would frequently bring my brothers and I along. Her mother is a very good lady, and treated us as if we were her own, though looking back I recall the pain hidden behind her smiles. When my father was taken from us, the King of Corona gave me a great deal of council in matters that I did not have time to discuss with my own father. I recently received an advance notice of Rapunzel and Eugene's upcoming coronation; I am unsure if I will be able to attend, but I will at least be sending my regards.

I deeply apologize, but I have a deal with my friend. I may speak of him freely, but I cannot put his name to parchment. He has a deep-rooted fear that, if a letter containing a reference to both his powers and his name were to fall into the wrong hands, his life would be in danger. I must respect his wishes in this; he is far to valuable, both to the Northern Alliance and as my friend, to put in such danger. For now, I must leave him anonymous. However, when you do meet him, he will be more than willing to answer any questions you may have.

I still look forward to meeting Olaf. He sounds like quite the character. I will admit, I laugh at the idea of him tanning on a beach. I believe he could spend a long time before he saw any change to his color, however. I must ask, are there any other living snowmen in your kingdom? My brother mentioned engaging a large snow monster, but that it was driven off a cliff. If it had half of Olaf's personality, then that is a terrible loss. I do wish you luck in completing his list of summer activities; a long summer would be welcome in the North as well.

I once again thank you for the well wishes in my friendly battles with my brothers. I doubt our antics will stop after their marriages; they may slow, but my brothers and I are far too close for them to stop completely. I grieve that you find yourself alone so often. But you may have just presented the solution to dealing with Anna's seemingly boundless energy: try to recapture some of those memories with her, even if it means creating a snowstorm inside the castle. I'm sure she would not mind, and Olaf would probably join you both.

Ever yours truly,

Nik'

"Not pursuing any maidens, Nik? And who is this mystery maiden that is so far from you, and how has she managed to enrapture you so?" she wondered aloud. She didn't dare to think more on it, for a feeling of what might have been jealousy slipped past her attempts to hold down any feelings she had about him. "Well, Nik," she said with a smile, looking up at his portrait, "whoever she is, she would be incredibly lucky to have you."

With that, she grabbed her pen and began putting together her next letter to him, not quite sure about how she felt. She found herself wiping at her eyes while she wrote; she couldn't possibly be jealous, could she?