Consider This

by xoVanilla-Bean

A self-proclaimed irredeemable prince and a newly, self-realized queen share correspondence by letters. Hers, bordered with ice and crisp with frost. His, soaked in disdain and a distinct lack of humility. – Elsa/Hans

23. Chapter 23

Dear Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

Look, message received from your sister. I didn't mean any harm—well, I did once, but not anymore. I hope you know that, at least. If you take away anything from this, please, I beg of you. Know that one thing to be true.

I didn't mean to upset you. If you wanted me to stop writing to you, I would have. I will.

I'm sorry.

Yours truly,

Hans Westergaard of the Southern Isles

P.S. As you said before, you must spend your time to gauge the worth of others. You've spent so much of your time, this past…what? Year and a quarter? Writing to me. Spending valuable time gauging mine. If this is to be the last letter I write you, you must know that I save all of the ones you sent me before. I read the past ones when I lack my flowery hope. The words help steady me. They remind me to try, because I want to try. The frost from those letters is gone, but if I pause long enough, and imagine it, I can still feel the chill of you in the parchment.

I hardly believed I would ever say this, but… Thank you, Queen Elsa of Arendelle, for writing that first letter. For opening mine. And for every letter thereafter.