Chapter 7: A Royal Letter

As the last wisps of sunlight faded from the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the frozen fjords of Arendelle, Queen Elsa sat in her chambers, a piece of parchment laid out before her. The soft crackle of the fire in the hearth and the gentle hum of the wind outside created a soothing melody that seemed to match the rhythm of her heart. With a delicate touch, she began to write a letter to her sister, Anna. "Dear Anna," she wrote, her handwriting flowing like the ice and snow that danced at her fingertips. "I hope this letter finds you well. I've heard about Hans's condition, and I must admit that I'm concerned. I know that he has caused you a great deal of pain in the past, but I also know that you have a kind heart and a willingness to help those in need." Elsa's pen paused for a moment as she collected her thoughts, the quill hovering above the parchment as she reflected on the events that had transpired. She could almost see Hans's charming smile and his charismatic demeanor, but beneath that façade, a complex web of emotions and motivations had driven him to make choices that had hurt those he claimed to care about. "I've enclosed a small vial of my ice magic," she continued, "a gentle reminder of the power that lies within me, and a symbol of my commitment to helping you and Hans. I want you to know that I'm here for you, Anna, and that I'll do everything in my power to support you through this difficult time. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." As she finished writing, Elsa sealed the letter with a small amount of ice magic, creating an intricate frosty pattern on the surface of the parchment. She smiled to herself, knowing that the letter would reach Anna safely and that it would bring her sister a measure of comfort. The next morning, Anna stood in the grand hall of the southern Isles' castle, the letter clutched in her hand as she prepared to face the challenges that lay ahead. Lars stood before her, his expression somber, and his eyes filled with a deep concern for his brother's well-being. "Are you sure you're ready for this, Anna?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly, like the rustling of dry leaves. Anna nodded, her jaw set in determination, her eyes flashing with a fierce inner light. "I was born ready," she said, her voice firm, but with a hint of vulnerability. Lars nodded, a small smile playing on his lips, and handed her a small, intricately carved wooden box. "Elsa sent this for you," he said, his eyes sparkling with a deep affection for his brother and his sister-in-law. "A letter, and...something else." Anna opened the box, finding the letter and a small vial of glittering ice magic. She smiled, feeling a surge of gratitude towards Elsa, and a sense of hope that she hadn't felt in a long time. As she read the letter, Anna felt a sense of comfort wash over her. She knew that Elsa was right – she did have a kind heart, and she couldn't turn her back on Hans, no matter what he had done. The words on the parchment seemed to come alive, filling her with a sense of purpose and resolve. With a newfound sense of determination, Anna tucked the letter and the vial of ice magic into her pocket, and turned to Lars. "Let's go," she said, her voice firm, her eyes locked on the door that led to Hans's chambers. Together, they walked through the castle's winding corridors, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the stone walls. As they approached Hans's chambers, Anna could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and her senses on high alert. She steeled herself for what lay ahead, knowing that it wouldn't be easy, but with Elsa's letter and the vial of ice magic, she felt a sense of hope that she might just be able to reach Hans, and bring him back from the brink of madness.