Dear Hans,
You imagine me as a disembodied voice that answers you from the depths of the ocean? Charming.
Your mother painted quite a vivid picture of you. Do you care to know what it looks like? I am still considering it, versus the picture you've painted of yourself in each of the words you etch.
Sincerely,
Queen Elsa
P.S. Those rumors that have reached you are true. A few of them are very desperate to forge an alliance with Arendelle's Queen. They kiss my hand, and they promise bountiful ideas of love and peace. They wonder about my powers, some with eager fascination, some with admiration, some with the greed you've let me experience so intimately. Are they worth my time? Unfortunately, I must spend my time in order to gauge the worth of theirs.
Elsa,
Find someone to court who has no idea about your powers. Some far away land and some oblivious Prince. All of the other ones, I can assure you, are greedy bastards, but only some are dumb enough to give themselves away. You know to be wary, and to not allow your trust to be taken so soon, but…be wary.
Her picture of me can be no worse than any images I can conjure on my own. But it only makes me wonder—what does your picture look like, Elsa?
Yours,
Hans