Trying to get Hans out of her mind, she entered her newly - decorated room. The whole room was covered in frost, with an ice bed with the softest white fur blanket. The crest of Arendalle was made out of ice, and hanged on the walls. There was a big ice chandelier twinkling in the ceiling. The paintings were framed in ice, and the snowflakes were enough decorations to cover the blank walls.
Elsa sighed. She picked up some papers lying on her desk. Since the Duke of Weasel – town was no longer one of Arendalle's trade partners, there were some neighboring kingdoms that wanted to be trade partners with the famous Arendalle. She sighed again. There were at least twenty envelopes lying on her ice desk.
A crisp, white envelope caught her eye somehow. It was not very different from the others… but it stood out, like it was calling out to her. Curious, she picked it up and hurriedly opened it. A kingdom called Crystaloak was interested.
Crystaloak? Elsa wondered. She has never heard of a kingdom named Crystaloak. She read a little bit more. It said that Crystaloak had just crowned a new king. She raised an eyebrow. Hmm…
In a few months, It was said that Crystaloak was visiting Arendalle. Elsa has dressed up. Nothing too fancy, she didn't want to look to desperate. She had on a long, blue, off the shoulder gown with softly outlined snowflakes creeping its way up the dress. The snowflake design melted just at the waist to a simple blue bodice with a black fur wrap. She smoothed her dress, only to be smoothing out invisible wrinkles. Why was she so worried? Yes, Arendalle desperately needs a new trading partner, but still. There were still a lot of other offers.
Elsa blushed to herself as the answer dawned on her. Really? She thought. Am I really this desperate? I didn't even meet the king yet!
She shook her head, trying to clear her mind before she goes completely crazy. As if on cue, someone knocked at the door.
"Who is it?" Elsa called.
"You've got a letter, Your Majesty." Someone at the other side responded. A baby blue colored envelope slid through the crack of the door. There was a stamp on the envelope. She recognized it immediately. Could it be?
She surged through the envelope, her heels loudly click – clacking on the ice floor. She furiously opened the envelope. Inside was a very nicely written letter.
Dear Queen Elsa,
I am sorry for how I acted during the… event. If it is possible, I would very much like us to be friends. I have learned from my mistakes. If you like, I will set sail and arrive by next week. Once again, I am deeply sorry. Please write back soon.
Sincerely,
Prince Hans of the southern Isles
Author's note: Hey guys! Thx for reading! Comments and feedback appreciated as usual. Sorry the chapters are a bit short. I'll be able to fix that soon. Well, here's the thing. I don't really know what to name the king of Crystaloak, so, I'm letting you guys decide! :) If you have some ideas and suggestions on what happens further on the story, don't hesitate to say it! Thanks again!