Hans,
Would you believe me if I told you I'm afraid to visit? Not because of your family, but…because of you? These letters are a nice disguise. I don't think of you as the Hans-who-almost-killed-my-sister-and-I. You are almost a stranger. As you imagine me as a disembodied voice from the ocean, I imagine you as someone I've chanced upon accidentally.
I don't truly know you, but I'm beginning to think I might. It's a terrible juxtaposition. I think of you now as two sides of a coin—one darkened and full of greed. The other…the opposite. Lighter. More understandable.
Your mother and I are still sending one another letters, but that is all I will say.
Queen Elsa
Dear Elsa,
Perhaps the other side of my coin is that misguided boy who might be a gentleman. It is nice to know someone thinks that of me—besides my mother, if that is truly what she believes.
Yes, I'd believe you about being afraid of me. I'd believe you because I'm not afraid of you visiting. I'm absolutely terrified.
Hans