3- The Letter

"Captain!" Elsa cried out, calling for the leader of her Guards- "We need all the medical attention available, right now!"

"Immediately, your Majesty!"

The Fountain Square was full of injured soldiers, displaced families and volunteers helping everywhere, the scene looked like the aftermath of a battle and the Queen understood that a fight was precisely what had happened.

These were the Arendelle soldiers that had tried to defend the Southern border from the mysterious invaders, and from the looks of it the battle had been a total disaster… Anna and Kristoff were busy applying medicine and bandages to a soldier nearby, and the summery air was suddenly full of the smell of disinfectants and blood.

"Captain Matthew!" Elsa said, happy to recognize the leader of the Southern Division- "What happened? Who did this to my soldiers?!"

The military commander limped slowly towards Elsa, moaning in pain from the shrapnel injuries that were covered by bandages. Matthew was an aging man in his sixties, and he looked ashamed of the disaster that had taken place under his command.

"Your Majesty" Matthew gasped, avoiding the Queen's eyes- "They attacked by surprise, with heavy artillery in the middle of the night… We tried to resist, but their cavalry overwhelmed us and we barely escaped with our lives."

"Who did this to Arendelle?!" Elsa repeated.

"I was captured, along with many others" Matthew continued- "But they released me, so I could come here and give you this letter…"

Matthew handed over to the Queen a folded piece of common paper, she opened it immediately and read the words written with blood:

My dear Freak of the Snow, you should have destroyed me when you had the chance.

You see, it was not too hard to convince my brothers that I had learned my lesson, and eventually they took me out of prison. I accepted a servant job in our Palace to prove that I had changed, and they thought that everything was perfect.

My eldest brother decided to throw a party one night, and they were foolish enough to let me work in the kitchens… I have always loved to use my favorite poisons, and yeah, my twelve brothers are dead.

I am the King of the Southern Isles now!

You and your sister are going to pay for what you did to me three years ago… my forces vastly exceed your defenses! Just try and stop me.

Hans