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Dear Prince Hans Westergaard of the Southern Isles,

I have always been clever. Have these letters not given you ample enough evidence of that?

Power is a blessing and a curse, Prince Hans, no matter how you are able to access it. People like you who covet it are the most dangerous. What do you covet, now? Has the chase for power exhausted you? Power takes diligence. It is fickle and has allegiance to no one. To be honest, I wonder if you would want to keep it if you ever laid hands upon it.

Are you rubbing off on me? I don't know. Are you?

My heart aches for anyone who deserves it. Do you? That, I also don't know, but I don't believe you ever will.

I asked you first. Where do you write them?

Try to refrain from lying. Oh, but once a liar, always a liar, isn't that what you said?

Sincerely,

Queen Elsa of Arendelle

Dear Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

I see. You've always been clever. I guess you've always been full of sass, too.

I agree with you, Queen Elsa. Power in the wrong hands will turn even meek creatures into monsters. Once, I thought power would do the opposite. Not turning a monster meek, but tempering a monster. Give a monster some semblance of responsibility, and perhaps the monster would stop evolving. Give a monster something to care for, and then…the monster wouldn't be as feared.

I cannot say that I still covet power. These past few months, I have tried to figure out who I want to be. Is it possible to be someone else? To become someone else? After all these years, I didn't think a person could change. Ideals could change, opinions could change. But what makes a person? I can't change the blood in my veins. I can't change the chemistry of my brain. What a heart wants—could that change? Will I always covet what I don't have?

To tell you the truth—and I promise, I am going to try whether you believe it or not—I coveted power so that my family would give me the recognition I always thought I deserved. I wanted so badly to be in the fold of the Westergaards. I wanted something from them. Anything other than their mild indifference and disgust. I wanted their smiles and their laughter. I wanted…something other than a room in a castle. Something other than the color of my hair and the structure of my bones. Power was the only avenue, then.

Now? Now, I don't think there's another way. The only area I'm exhausted in is figuring out what other road I can take. No, perhaps you're right. Power—the search of power—has exhausted me. To earn their pride and a place within their circle was to kill you, Queen Elsa. Kill you or marry you. I can hear your remarks, already. You would have been too clever to marry me, you would have seen through my tactics, you would have frozen me before I could have kissed your hand. That is what you have said before, in so many words, and I believe you.

Am I rubbing off on you? For your sake, I truly hope not.

Let me be clear, Queen Elsa. I'll never deserve anything from you. I know this. You know this. But the possibility? The potential of deserving anything? From anyone who matters? That is more than I could dare to hope for as a man in my position.

Perhaps you will think these are pretty words to fool you. I'll admit it, first, because I know my hope sounds far-fetched. It sounds flowery. It sounds…well, I know how it sounds. I'm embarrassed to write down my hopes and dreams. It feels as though I'm writing a journal entry, except the journal writes back to me.

But I will say I am still a man. I am still a man with hope, though, you may ask, how could a man like me hope for anything? Hopes are unrealized dreams. They're a feeling. That's all. Nothing will come of them if there is no action made to have them. All I've ever done is hurt the people around me. I didn't mention it before, because why should I? It had been a similarity between us, once. Perhaps I hang on to these letters because of that.

Fine. You win. I write these letters in our castle's basement.

Yours truly,

Prince Hans Westergaard of the Southern Isles