Prince Hans looked even better outside than inside, with the sun just bouncing off his skin and hair like it was made just to do that. Anna couldn't keep her eyes off him.

"So, Princess Anna. What do you enjoy doing as a way to pass the time?"

Anna's face beamed at the question. "Riding horses, of course!" she replied almost immediately.

"Is that so? I happen to be a fan of horses as well."

"Really? Which one do you like best? Pure breds are beautiful, of course, but I kind of prefer a mix. It's like being able to get the best of the best!" she said excitingly, her voice getting higher and higher with each word that came out of her mouth.

"I... I prefer the white ones," Hans replied.

"Which breed?" Anna asked.

"Um...Actually, I have something else to ask.

"Yes?"

"Do you have any siblings?"

"No.

"Really? I happen to have twelve brothers."

"TWELVE?! You'r lying!"

"It's the truth! I swear!"

And so, the conversation went on and on, and Anna came to enjoy Prince Hans' company as the walk went on, so much that she forgot Elsa was even there. At least until Elsa tapped her shoulder to remind her it was time for lunch. With that, Anna dragged Prince Hans back inside, with Elsa following quickly behind. However, by the time Anna managed to sit down in her chair, waiting for the food to be served, she realized that Elsa was no longer there. Quietly, she tapped her mother's shoulder.

"Mother, where's Elsa? Won't she be joining us for lunch?" she asked, regretting how she ignored her best friend to talk about sandwiches with Hans.

"She left around the time you came back. Said it was urgent," the queen replied.

Anna sank in her chair. Elsa was supposed to be there for her, so why wasn't she? Surely she was busy with something...probably, but what could be more important than her coming of age? It's her day.

After lunch was over, Anna spent the rest of the day walking with Hans in the garden. Despite his claim of interest in horses, the subject of those magnificent creatures never came back up, nor did they even go on a ride once throughout the whole day. As soon as Hans left, Anna went back to her room, eager to change out of the dress and into her breeches. She wanted to go riding.

As soon as she finished changing, a knock came upon her door.

"Yes?"

"Princess, there's a letter for you."

Anna opened the door to see Hilda standing outside with a letter in her hand, addressed to Anna with her name written so fancily and perfectly she couldn't recognize the handwriting.

"Who's it from?" she asked.

"I'm not sure. The messenger came by to deliver it and before I could ask who it was from, he left. Says there was no need to write back."

Anna stared curiously at the letter, wondering what it could possibly say and who it could possibly be from. Nevertheless, she needed her daily ride. Anna took the letter and tucked it in her pocket as she ran towards the stables. She'll need to ride somewhere first. Then she'll read the letter.

Almost as quickly as she left the castle, she arrived at the field she usually went to, that was basically all grass with the exception of one very old tree in the middle. She tried to ask where the tree came from but all anyone ever told her was that the tree was too old for anyone to remember where it came from. Nevertheless, it was one of Anna's favorite places to spend the day, especially when she wanted to run from her mother or father.

Unmounting, Anna tied her horse's reins to a lower branch before climbing the tree. About halfway up, there was a large branch of perfect width for her to sit. There was also a hole in the trunk around there that she liked to put small things like this beautifully decorated marble she got a while ago as well as an old marble knight from the chessboard she accidentally dropped.

Still curious about the letter, Anna turned it around to look at the seal. Surely there was some kind of crest on it. However, no matter how she looked, she couldn't distinguish any kind of crest anywhere. It was simply the blob of candle wax used as a seal and a circular dent in it, possibly meant to take the place of whatever crest that should have been there. Slowly, Anna opened the letter.

Dear Anna,

I hope this letter didn't disturb you in any way. I didn't get a chance to talk to you earlier today but I hope I may express all that I wanted to say here in this letter. You are even more beautiful than I could imagine, and that is not a compliment I give away on a regular basis. You were always beautiful, but even more so. I don't think I have words to describe it. If I were to compare you to anything in this world, I'd compare you to a goddess.

I apologize for leaving without saying much to you, but I really did have urgent business to attend to. I hope it didn't bother you too much. While I do regret having to leave without telling you, I do want to say that I had my reasons, the first being that you seemed to happy that I didn't want to ruin your day by announcing my departure. Second, being that I didn't want to say goodbye. I hope you'll believe me when I say that I really did want to spend the entire day with you. However, such task doesn't seem possible at this point, considering the distance between our homes. I also wanted to thank you for giving me the honor of having seen you today. It really made my day and I hope we can see each other more often.

Yours truly,

Anna read the letter over and over again, and even turned the page to see if there was anything else. The words in the letter made her blush from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. And yet, she was disappointed. The letter wasn't signed. No name. No signature. No indication of who might have written it other than the beautiful handwriting of letter. No matter how Anna thought about it, there was no way it could be Hans. He didn't leave without telling her. However, there were so many other people there that she didn't know how many suitors left without telling her. She didn't know how many left early. She didn't know how many actually wanted to spend the day with her, nor did she know how many lived far from her. Even with her mother's help, the list of possibilities is enormous and Anna knew that. That, and she wasn't going to ask her mother for help with finding the one who wrote the letter simply because she knew that she would never hear the end of it. Who would write a love letter to someone the day they met? Before she could finish pondering, it was time to go back. The sun was setting and Anna didn't want to be yelled at again for being late to supper.