Dear Elsa,
What's happening over there? Our phenomenal career choices have obviously made us both overworked, but I recall that the rainstorms in mid-September are too strong in Arendelle for pigeons to make it here safely. I also haven't seen Blizzard in a long time. Nordic winters are coming pretty soon, and with us having no sure way of talking to each other until next year, I thought it was odd that you wouldn't try to reply; it isn't like you at all. (Though I'm probably making a mountain out of a molehill since you could already be in the process of sending something while I'm sending this right now)
That isn't the only reason why I'm writing to you tonight. I thought you should know about what I dug up a couple of days ago in relation to my old messenger, Bogohardt. Do you remember when you told me last year about a story of him being in Hohendorf? It's come to light that it wasn't inaccurate. I guess both of us have had a sense for sniffing out each other's conspirators.
Since our human postal service isn't in service anymore, Bogohardt's been volunteering in Rugen. Last week, there was a letter of confessions that he wanted his wife to write for him. Part of that list was sent to me by her. In it, he talks about a cabal he was affiliated with. Its members called themselves the "Resistance," and they were a group of countryside villagers who weren't pleased by my stance as the current monarch of Corona. They weren't too fond of you, either; one of their biggest fears was that you'd seek out Rapunzel's throne because you're the one with blood ties to Corona.
From what I read, Bogohardt claims in his letter that he was forced to be their messenger before the Bovi Fever changed all that. He'd show them your letters every now and then, but things got to a point where he grew tired of the guilt, so they attacked him in Hohendorf after he said your January 10th letter would be the last one. I don't know why he didn't tell me about all of this sooner. He must've thought I was the type of king who'd execute him for coming clean like an honest man. He deliberately went missing before his wife delivered the letter; this situation mirrors the one you had with your secretary's assistant, so my guess is that the Resistance and the Southern Isles were allies.
I couldn't get too much info about the actual cabal. I can say that the witnesses my men interviewed last year were either members themselves or covering up for them to save their own lives, which I don't blame them for. Too many people have died in Hohendorf, and I haven't been given any reason to suspect that the people in the cabal survived. Even if they did, we're all too concerned with squirreling away what we can and healing who we can to be wasting our energy on secret societies, so they know now that the Southern Isles wasn't planning on saving them from the Bovi Fever. Not everyone here likes me, clearly, but at least everyone here knows survival and unity come first.
We're overeating fish from Corona and Arendelle, but we're not complaining. Miserably, winter is still around the corner, and your food shipments obviously won't be as often or diverse as they used to be. We'll be stocking up on all the Arendellan cuisines you can get to us before the snowfall gets heavy. Isolde reminded me that my birthday is also coming up. For the first time in a long time, I'm not really looking forward to it.
Let me know how your situation with the Kiribas is turning out. I hope I didn't sound heartless when I brought it up. I was just trying to look out for you the way you've been trying to look out for me.
From Corona,
XIX of September, 1848
Sincerely,
Eugene