Arendelle, September 23rd, 1864

Dear Henry,

I got your letter this week, and I would have replied several days ago, but I've been quite busy covering for my mother, who seems to have gone into hiding. All is well, so they tell me, and I really have no idea what's going on, but Frederick and I have been picking up the slack. When I saw Mother today she even wanted me to attend some of the meetings for her. This morning's meeting will be with your Mr. Meyer, so perhaps you'll hear about it later. There's been some fuss about the naval pensions we pay to Corona, but it sounded like the issue was settled so I really don't know why my mother still seems to care. Oh, and one of our other ambassadors disappeared into the wilds of America.

I look forward to hearing more from you, and I'll write more when I have time again!

Sincerely,

Inga

Inga paused as she was addressing the letter. She looked outside and walked out to the balcony.

She looked around and whispered, "Gale?"


"It's strange going so long without talking to anyone else," Elizabeth remarked.

"We've had someone delivering food to us," Lars reminded her.

"Oh, you know what I mean. But I suppose that delivery boy would have told us if anything exciting happened," she sighed, resting her head on his chest. "He certainly was eager to tell us about the issue with the mislabeled fish at the market the other day. We weren't even getting any fish!"

"I remember my mother telling a story about Father yelling at someone he had hired on his ship for trying to tell him he had caught a more expensive kind of fish," Lars laughed a little.

"It's so funny, back home, I was just wanting to hide away and find a quiet moment, and here I am, nervous that I'm missing something."

"I understand," he laughed. "I keep expecting Mr. Meyer to come through the door and ask me why I'm not ready for today's meeting."

"I think your brother is quite competent, in his own way," Elizabeth laughed. "I suppose your mother enjoys having him around an extra week or two. I know Father was planning to sail off the day after our wedding."

"She has been catching up with him, that's true," Lars smiled. "Do you mind that you won't get to go with your mother and sisters? I know you haven't seen your aunt in Wesselton in quite some time."

"No, that's not a problem, really," Elizabeth sighed. "Mother isn't particularly close to her, even, but it was Father's next stop."

"I remember Karl saying there were plans to take the Maldonian prince on to Wesselton if he didn't decide to stay longer in Arendelle."

Elizabeth laughed. "I can only think of one reason he wouldn't be sure about how long he stays on here, and I'm pretty sure he'll be sailing right on schedule."

"I don't think I've heard this gossip. What do you know?"

"Really, the only thing I'd really call gossip was from my own sisters," Elizabeth grumbled. "I was half afraid that Inga would never want to talk to me again after my sisters were pestering her about getting engaged to Prince Henry. Inga didn't even get a full day in Corona before those girls were making assumptions."

It was Lars's turn to laugh. "What did happen while you were there? I don't think you finished telling me."

"Well, I already told you what happened that first day, with the saddle," she smiled, sitting up again. "Now, never speak a word of this to anyone else, but… I'm not surprised there were rumors the morning after that ball."

Lars sat up and gave Elizabeth a puzzled look.

"Now, don't get me wrong. As far as I know, Inga is technically correct," she insisted. "There's no engagement, or any official agreement, and I'd never want to be the source of rumors about that. I told my sisters to mind their own business. But… she and Prince Henry got along rather well, I thought, especially after the footman brought out the extra bottle of sherry."

"What about you?" he asked with a teasing look.

"You know I can't stand sherry," she swatted him gently. "I think I was the only one there who stopped at wine with dinner."


"Your Excellency," Inga greeted Mr. Meyer as she entered the room.

"Your Highness," he returned with a small bow.

"And…" she hesitated, "how should I greet Lieutenant Nilsen this week?"

"I think Lieutenant Nilsen will work," the Ambassador chuckled. "We wouldn't want too much confusion with his brother."

"I don't think there's much risk of that," Inga smiled politely.

The Lieutenant laughed. "Should we offer congratulations, Your Highness?"

"What?" Inga exclaimed, barely holding her temper. She didn't want to sound defensive, but every question and insinuation reminded her how much of her life people considered their own business. "If there's been an official announcement, I'd like to know."

The Ambassador shot a glance at his temporary secretary. "Your Highness, you will excuse the lieutenant. He hasn't had his brother's training. There has, of course, been no announcement, official or otherwise, from either court."

"Indeed," Inga sighed. "May I ask where you heard this?"

"Sorry," the lieutenant apologized sincerely. "Don't blame my brother, or Elizabeth. Neither of them said a word, but I did hear her sisters talking at the reception, and nobody seemed to contradict them."

"I'm sure His Excellency will be sure to contradict any unsubstantiated rumors," Inga said dryly, looking directly at the Ambassador.

"I assure you, Your Highness," the Ambassador replied, almost sheepishly.

"Very well," Inga replied. "We were going to discuss steamship service?"


"Anna, sending Lars? Do you really think that's a good idea?"

"If you can think of a better idea, let me know. The fact is, the actual requirements for the position of ambassador are almost nonexistent. The only time we didn't bother refilling a position was when our ambassador to the Southern Isles conveniently left his post twenty-one years ago."

"But does it have to be right away? They've been at war for how many years now? This doesn't seem like the time to be sending someone over there, does it?"

"Is it the time to leave the position empty?"

"But him? Lars and Elizabeth are young, and I don't know what the foreign newspapers are saying, but it doesn't sound safe."

"Then we don't send him to the capital. It's not like Arendelle has proper embassies anywhere."

"What about the draft riots?"

"Those were last year. Things sound safe enough now… Well, away from the battles, of course, but he wouldn't be drafted, since he would have diplomatic immunity."

"Fine, what's to stop him from taking a farm just like the last one?"

"And if he does?"


"Olaf?" Inga said as she approached the stables.

"Inga! Hi! What are you doing here?"

She glared a moment, then softened. "Have you seen Elsa?"

"No, why?"

"Well…" Inga paused. "Actually, I think maybe you could help me."

"Okay! What?"

"This summer, you started telling us about the time that Papa was going rock climbing with the prince from Corona..."

"Yeah? And?"

"Prince Henry, in Corona, was telling me that Papa took his father to see the trolls because, well, everyone else was gone at Christmas. I don't remember hearing about that before. Were you there?"

"Oh, the time Anna and Elsa and that princess from Corona were on that trip?"

"Yes."

"I went to the North Mountain to see Marshmallow."

"Oh," Inga sighed. "And were Mama and Elsa really gone long?"

"No," Olaf replied, matter-of-fact. "Elsa was back a few months earlier, and then she left again when that Eugene guy left."

"Wait, what? Where was my mother that whole time?"

"I think she was in Corona. She didn't want to talk about it. You know, you'd think if she spent that long somewhere, she'd at least talk about it, don't you?"


Frederick was expecting to see Peder and Anton waiting when he arrived for dinner. He was not expecting to see his parents there for the first time in five days, especially since he hadn't seen them when Elsa had left that morning.

"Mother? Father? You're feeling better?"

"Yes, we're fine," his father replied, looking uneasily at Anna.

"I'm glad to hear it!" Frederick began excitedly. "When I was talking to Admiral Sorensen this morning, he said he thinks I could do a short training run in April."

"Training run? With our Admiral?" his mother exclaimed, sounding panicked. "What's this about?"

"Um," Frederick muttered. "You said it would be fine when I asked."

"Did I?" Anna looked at Kristoff. "Did we?"

"Yes, when I brought you that letter about the American Ambassador," Frederick groaned.

"Are you sure?" Anna asked.

"I'm pretty sure you told me you were fine with it," Frederick insisted, "unless you were talking about something else."

Anna and Kristoff looked at each other. Frederick wished they would have told him before if they had a problem with the idea but he held back from complaining more. The admiral had been enthusiastic when Frederick had told him that his mother approved, and he knew that it wouldn't look good for her to walk back on that.

"Oh, so, have you figured anything out with that?" Frederick asked.

"Figured out what?" Inga echoed as she walked in.

"The American Ambassador," he reminded his sister.

"Of course," Inga replied. "Do you have any idea what you'll do about that, or are you just going to wait until they're done fighting over there?"

"See?" Kristoff whispered a little too loudly to Anna.

Inga looked curiously between them, then raised her eyebrows at Frederick.

Anna spoke up. "I haven't met with the council yet, and I'll need to speak with Mr. Meyer, of course-"

"Why would you need to speak to Mr. Meyer?" Inga asked, then frowned. "Wait, he'd need to approve if you're picking Lars? Why him, though?"

"He seemed like a good candidate," Anna stated.

"We discussed it," Kristoff added. "The timing might be an issue. We'd have to wait until a replacement arrives from Corona, at the very least."

"Do you think Corona will even agree to it?" Frederick asked, "I mean, Lars is part of their diplomatic corps-"

"And he'll have to agree," Inga pointed out. "You can't just send him off to a place like that. And what about his mother?"

Frederick nodded. "Really, wouldn't it make more sense to ask if anyone in the council has a candidate? I mean, sure, his mother is from Arendelle, but that doesn't seem like a good reason to pick him over someone else."

"Well," Anna said, biting her lip, "like I said, it's not settled. So until it is, let's drop the subject, and have dinner."


Anna closed her eyes and knocked at the door on the guest wing. It opened slowly.

"Your Majesty!" Mrs. Nilsen exclaimed. "I wasn't expecting a visit from you."

"May I come in?" Anna whispered, trying to hide her nervousness.

"Of course!" Mrs. Nilsen stepped back to let Anna in, carefully closing the door behind her.

"Elsa told me," was all that Anna managed.

"I know," Mrs. Nilsen replied, offering a chair. "I was wondering whether you would come to me."

"I… I suppose I should say thank you," Anna sighed as she sat down.

"It never felt like a duty," the woman assured her. "He's always been a delightful child. Karl would have grown up very lonely otherwise, even if we had stayed in Arendelle."

"But you were… you were practically in exile for twenty years," Anna said, looking away.

"They were very good to us. And I do understand why it had to be that way."

"You do? I thought-"

"No," Mrs. Nilsen confessed quickly, "nobody told me anything until your sister came to Corona last month, but it was obvious."

"How much did you figure out?"

"I think I know everything," she sighed. "And I have never spoken a word of it to anyone else, except your sister. I don't think it would do anyone any good to know. When I was talking with your sister back in Corona last month, I…I mentioned him. I think you know who I mean. The look on her face, I knew I'd guessed correctly."

"What… how did you guess?"

"I wasn't always sure about it. But I kept up with news from Arendelle, and I read about your family here. I knew there had to be a reason. For several years I had prepared myself for someone to come claim him."

Anna sighed and looked out the window for several minutes. She still didn't feel comfortable talking about this, particularly with Mrs. Nilsen of all people. She hoped she was being completely honest about being happy with her life the last twenty years. Elsa had told her that Margit was planning to move back to Arendelle permanently, so Anna needed to bring up her plan before any official decisions were made.

"I need to ask another question."


"Your Majesty, this is a most unusual choice."

"Do you have any other suggestions, Your Grace?" she replied to the duke.

The council members mumbled quietly to each other. A few were gesturing, most ended up shrugging. There was some half whispered discussion of alternative candidates, but most agreed this was not where they would want to send friends and relations any time soon.

"He is very young," one of the guild masters pointed out.

"I realize it is a bit unorthodox, perhaps? But he is qualified."

They settled on her Majesty's proposal. Pending agreement from Corona, and the arrival of a replacement secretary for their ambassador, the council approved the nomination of Lars Nilsen for Arendelle's Ambassador to America. The council decided to hold off on discussing where, exactly, to send him until a later date.


It was a cool morning in late September. Mr. Meyer looked at his diary. Today was the day his private secretary was to be returning from his honeymoon. He had been forced into granting him the leave. He looked out his window into the town. It was still early morning, and he imagined that the young couple would not want to leave until after breakfast. The young man's brother had nice enough penmanship, but he seemed to have no sense of decorum. And now he had heard from his old friend on the council that he would need to find a new secretary. Lars Nilsen had some explaining to do.


Lars and Elizabeth returned to Arendelle just before lunchtime that Tuesday. The Ambassador was waiting for them just inside the castle gate. The couple were disappointed, but not surprised that Lars was being called back to his duties so quickly after their arrival.

"Your Excellency!" Lars called out as he walked towards Mr. Meyer.

"Mr. Nilsen, I need you to come with me," Mr. Meyer said sternly.

"May my wife and I unpack first?" Lars asked, looking over at Elizabeth and smiling, feeling some satisfaction in being able to use those words.

Elizabeth smiled and walked over, taking his arm. "Your Excellency," she greeted the Ambassador, who nodded in return.

"On second thought," the Ambassador hemmed, "I think she may as well hear what I need to tell you. You can unpack later."

They followed the Ambassador inside and up to his quarters. Once they were both inside, the Ambassador closed the door behind him.

"Mr. Nilsen," he began with a sternness that went beyond his typical formality, "I had understood that you hadn't learned very much about your family connections here."

"That is true, sir," Lars replied.

"And your mother, she hasn't said anything since she arrived?"

"No, sir, she showed us the house where she used to live. It was a very tiny one by the harbor. She told me none of the men working by the docks were anyone she remembered, and nobody seemed to remember her. Halima did, a little bit, but she was, as I expected, a friendly acquaintance, and nothing more."

"And," the Ambassador probed, "the former queen…"

"I'm not sure, sir," Lars responded with some confusion, not certain where his employer's line of questioning was leading. "I'm only aware that she was acquainted with her."

"If I may," Elizabeth interrupted, "she paid several visits to Mrs. Nilsen's home in Corona. They seemed to be on familiar terms, as far as I could tell."

The Ambassador gave a sigh. "Well, perhaps that's it, then. Mr. Nilsen, I'll be honest, I don't understand why your mother has two different royal families interested in her family, and I'd say it was none of my business, except it looks like I'm going to need to find myself a new secretary now."

"Excuse me, sir?" Lars asked, trying to sound as calm as he could. Elizabeth grabbed his arm tightly looking at him with a worried expression.

"Queen Anna has approval from her council to make you the new ambassador to America."

"But…" Lars trailed off, trying to make sense of the news. He looked at Elizabeth, whose worry had transformed almost immediately into confusion.

"You can decline, of course," the Ambassador reminded him. "It might be awkward, naturally, as rejecting this kind of honor isn't something to be taken lightly."


Inga once again managed to get the most recent letter from Corona out of the stack of mail before anyone else saw it. She looked at the date: it had been a week and a half. She sighed.

Corona, September 24th, 1864

Dear Inga,

I'm not sure how I got your last letter so quickly. I'm sure you'll tell me at some point, but you don't have to now. I hope your meeting went well. And please tell me more of the story about your ambassador in America, it sounds interesting!

I haven't been particularly useful here. We sit in on the meetings, but there really isn't much to talk about. They want to send us on tour, me and Hilde, I mean. I'll make sure we visit Arendelle, if they're serious about it, but they don't even know if it will be this year or next year, so who knows.

Sincerely,

Henry

P.S. I'm still waiting for a recent picture of you!

After fetching a piece of paper to reply, she found a copy of the family's recent photograph. That would have to do, even if it wasn't just herself, which she had the feeling would have been more to his liking.

Arendelle, October 8th, 1864

Dear Henry,

I'm happy to hear my letter got there so quickly! I hope I can explain it to you at some point.

I'm going to go ahead and send you the family portrait we had a photographer take right after I got back to Arendelle last month. I ended up holding my baby sister for this one, but believe me, it's not as bad as it could have been.

As far as the situation with the ambassador, I don't know much more about what happened to the old one. Since I'm not sure if anyone besides you will be reading this letter, I can't say too much about who was picked to be the new one until you officially hear about it. I don't understand the choice, and I don't know if your mother will be upset by this, too.

Tonight we have a ball for the Prince of Maldonia, who will be ending his visit this weekend. I'll be very relieved to see him gone, and I'm sure he is very disappointed with me.

Sincerely,

Inga

Inga walked out to the balcony, looking around to see if anyone was nearby.

"Gale?"

-end chapter-

[Quick historical note (I know this is mostly fantasy, but I've been blurring the lines already): The US Civil War lasted from 1861-1865, but of course, being 1864 here, they don't know the end date. The summer of 1863 saw riots against the draft for the Civil War in several cities, but most predominately New York City.]