Dear Hans,
Your mother answered me. She answered me twice. She answered as you said, but also…more. I am still…considering. Considering both her words and yours, and the potential for a visitation.
Your last letter is almost illegible. Does the thought of me coming to visit truly affect you so much?
Sincerely,
Queen Elsa
Elsa,
Yes. Yes, it does affect me. It's been so easy to think of you as someone who doesn't truly exist in my world any longer. As if these letters are thrown into the ocean, with a voice of reason writing back to me.
Halfway through each letter, I remember who you are and how significant each word I etch might be. But then I brush them away, because if I think like that throughout each letter, I'd never send them. And what does it really matter? It doesn't mean anything. None of this means anything.
My mother was the only avenue I could give you to solidify any potential for trust. So, please, consider what she answered, whatever it is that she said.
Yours,
Hans
P.S. I've heard rumor going around that the Queen of Arendelle has been with a few suitors. Humor me. Are these sniveling Kings or Princes worth any ounce of your time?