Dear Hans,
They have all been…fine. Not bad, but not good. Just…fine. Perhaps that's the problem. I look at Anna and Kristoff, and I wonder if I'll ever light up as they do. There is a peace to them when they are together, yet a fantastic energy that emanates whenever they are near one another. Their glances across the room are palpable. I've yet to even get to a point where I want to be stuck on a boat with my suitors for longer than half an hour. Courting is…difficult.
Have you been isolated for so long that you've forgotten proper conversational etiquette? Your letters seem alright. You can't blame me for being awkward around your own mother, who I think may even care about you just a little bit.
Queen Elsa
Elsa,
Courting has never been a challenge for me, until I ruined my name. I haven't talked to a woman since the Arendelle fiasco. Excluding my mother. I'm sure I've lost all possible charm. Maybe I've even lost my smarminess. Wouldn't that be something?
It will never be love at first sight. Or date. Or even several dates. Most aren't ambitious enough to put up a front for longer than a year. If they vie for power, they will slip up soon enough if you know where to look. And I trust that you do.
How is the skepticism going, by the way? Are you still unsure about our correspondence? Has any of this helped you determine whether or not to trust me?
My mother, caring. Ha. Thanks for the laugh.
Hans