A/N: Anything you recognize from Frozen or Tangled isn't mine.
Tidings to His Royal Highness Alvred, Prince and Lord Heir of Arendelle,
The Lord Ambassador and his assistant are pleased to inform the Crown that we have successfully chartered several contracts for merchandise and architecture to be shipped or completed as soon as winter thaw allows (indeed, many customers grow impatient, unable to imagine a cold strong enough to ice in ships and halt sea travel). Contracts are attached awaiting the signature of the requisite parties, copies to be returned with next month's message.
Mission accomplished. I appear to be friends with an influential circle; all signs point to Arendellan architecture as the next trend in the Isles. Your Highness, you really should be careful about how you word your instructions and commands, not all mail is as private as it should be, and some statements might be construed as giving too much license to your humble servants. After all, forgery is a serious offense. I appreciate your trust in me, and have been sure to set aflame any incriminating information, but perhaps in future you should employ the ancient Arendellan custom mentioned in the Encyclopedia Arendellata.
Have you had any luck in your academic pursuits? Has winter lessened its grip any? While I have managed to assure our buyers this is a temporary difficulty at best, most have intimated that if there are any such challenges in the coming years, they may go elsewhere for their ice needs in the future. I can no longer daydream of the beauty of our homeland in peace. My once idyllic dreams now end as nightmares as I stroll through the fjordic valleys only to find my countrymen frozen solid. I wish you weather as temperate as that we enjoy in the Isles, preferably still cold enough to produce ice of course.
I regret to inform your Highness of an unfortunate message from Corona. Queen Dorte was delivered of a healthy daughter at last and was said to be in good health (thank the gods), but the princess, who was to have been christened Rapunzel after a paternal ancestress, has gone missing. All Corona searches for the child, but your mother and sister are, naturally, heartbroken. The courier who brought us the news has an acquaintance in the palace who seemed certain the Queen Dowager of Arendelle would be delaying or cancelling her planned departure for Ellonton, and thus her return to Arendelle, although this is not certain. I pray for the child every day. Please give both the Lord Ambassador's and my own condolences to his Majesty. My father was loathe to send you such sad tidings at such a time of hardship, but I hoped the message would be less painful coming from a friend (if I may be so bold), and that his Majesty might feel the blow less sharply if he could hear from you rather than a courier (or, god-forbid, your sister's heartbroken letter). I apologize if this was in error.
Condolences from your loyal subjects in the Southern Isles,
Lady Susanna, Assistant to the Lord Ambassador of Arendelle in the Southern Isles