Dear Prince Hans Westergaard of the Southern Isles,
I don't believe people can truly change. You're right. They can change opinions or ideals or the way they carry themselves. However, I do believe they can become better versions of themselves. They can do better, be better. They can try harder. With the right support, I believe anyone can achieve anything they set their mind to. Perhaps you think me naïve for saying so, but I have seen this happen for others.
Coveting what you don't have is easy, especially if you think your life will be better once you get it. I've desperately wanted my powers to leave me. I've wanted to wake up and have them magically vanish. This will never be an option, so instead of turning to hate or anger, I have chosen to use my powers to the best of my ability. I have chosen to try and be thankful of what I can do for others that would be impossible without them. It is not easy, but I think that's one of life's trials for everyone. We are not always dealt with hands we want, but we are never dealt hands we cannot conquer and overcome. And you know what? I love my powers, most days. I enjoy who I am becoming.
Who is the monster you speak of, Prince Hans?
That isn't fair. You can't tell me you write the letters in a basement and not give me the real details. Is the basement a dungeon? Are you shackled to a wall? Do you have a four poster bed? A window? Do you traverse your castle with your own free will? Is your custody even custody, or are you merely under house arrest? The details are what matter.
Sincerely,
Queen Elsa of Arendelle
Dear Queen Elsa of Arendelle,
If I admitted to house arrest, I don't think I'd survive another week without your icy wrath.
You paint beautiful visions of people, Queen Elsa. I wonder if one day I can be a better version of myself. Is there such a thing? I don't know. Perhaps the first step is actually believing I can be. I want to be. It seems inconceivable. Like my hopes, it seems a bit...flowery. Too...happy. I'm not an optimist.
You are probably the only person I would trust with powers like yours. I've heard secondhand about all the good deeds you've accomplished. I've heard the exaltation and eagerly genuine compliments of Arendelle's Queen. And I have firsthand experience. When I sit here and think about all the things I could do with what you have...
The monster. It is not a huge leap of thought to conclude of whom I speak. Would you like me to admit to who?
The words love and family have never been included in the same sentence. Maybe they do love me—in the way that they love to deepen wounds and sneer with disappointment. Maybe they loved me once. Maybe they never have. You'd have to ask them.
I will probably always love them in some twisted way. I'm sure I love them under my grief and my anger. I'm sure my love for them is hidden far in the depths of my frozen heart. Probably.
Tell me, Queen Elsa. Do you think I can love anyone other than myself? No one believes I can. Everyone tells me I'll die and no one will notice I'm gone.
I'm giving you an opening I hardly allow. I am awaiting an answer that will absolutely crucify me.
Yours truly,
Prince Hans Westergaard of the Southern Isles
P.S. I am shackled by my ankles, but I have a window that looks to the ocean. The servants send food, but this room is my home, now. Before you say anything, I know it could be worse. Much worse. Where do you write? In your bed chambers?