The Halls

Elsa's Journal Entries

December 21st, 1814
Dear Elsa,
Happy Birthday Snowflake! Hey I'm sorry I didn't write last year, I was caught up by some things. Fifteen years old huh? Wow, two years already..Don't grow up too fast while I'm gone sheesh! I'm sorry I couldn't be there this year, or last year for that matter. I've been making sure that I'm getting these sent when it's your birthday. Portals are finicky you know?
Anyways, I miss you snowflake. I hope you've been practicing what I taught you. I know I can't be there when things get rough but just remember what I taught you! You'll be just fine!
I can't be writing for too long since we're moving out soon, but I'll try to get another letter out to you as soon as I can.

December 21st, 1815
Dear Elsa,
Hey there snowflake. Happy Sweet sixteen! You probably don't know what that means though, it's a term we use in my world, but happy birthday nonetheless! 16, by the Goddesses, you're certainly not a little girl anymore. I hope you have a wonderful birthday snowflake. I've enclosed a picture of the guys and I and a post card from Paris I picked up. They all wish you a very happy birthday. It's all I could give from all the way over here. I'm sorry for not being there again. It's killing me that I can't be there for you. I'm really hoping this war ends soon. I'm not in the Pacific anymore. I'm down in France right now, got transferred to the Western Front. It's kinda funny knowing that your country is up north but you're not there, time is certainly strange isn't it? It's very rainy over here. It rained all day yesterday, and started pouring this morning. Getting hard to write letters when most of your paper is soaked. I'll get another letter out as soon as I can. I promise.

December 21st, 1816
Dear Elsa,

Snowflake! You're seventeen now. Almost a full grown adult. Man, I wish I could be there to see you, and wish you a happy birthday. In my country in modern day, 2018, you can vote when you're eighteen. Your country doesn't vote for elections though. That doesn't matter now. I am in a ditch writing this covered in dirt. I am sorry if some of the words are hard to read. Listen snowflake, I am so proud of you and where you have come. Elsa, you're an amazing young woman. I can't wait to see you again. I need to tell you that... I will see you as soon as I can Snowflake. I promise you that. 

December 23rd, 1818
I did not receive a letter from John this year. A letter did not come last year either. I worry that something may have happened to him. Did that war finally get to him? John could very well have been wounded, or worse killed. Surely if he was okay he would have found a way to get a letter to me. I am worried he is not safe. Everyday my powers grow worse. Ice constantly covers my room. When people pass my room they comment on the cold. When I start to think about Anna or John it starts to snow. I need to get a hold of my powers. I can't hurt anyone else. I will be alone for my birthday this year. Mama and Papa aren't here to celebrate with me. Anna constantly knocks at the door. As much as I would love to open it..I can't. Someday I hope she can understand..the things we do for the ones we love as they say..

June 21st, 1822
Dear Mama and Papa,
I am twenty one years old now. My birthday was six months ago. The coronation where I am supposed to be crowned queen is tomorrow. This letter is being written while I sit alone locked in my room. Last week, there was minimal ice covering the room. It was surprising. The bedframe and the window pane were the only objects that had any ice upon them. This week however has been drastically different. Ice covers my whole room now. I am etching this letter into the ice covering the desk below the parchment.
Nerves should not be riddling my body. I need to be calm and collected. The gates to the castle will open tomorrow morning. People from the town, kingdoms, and countries will arrive to see me crowned queen. Queen Elsa of Arendelle will be my new title. How will I do it? Papa was always stern enough and had the militarian expertise. Mama was always regal and knew exactly how to talk to foreign neighbors about trade and other business affairs. You were the perfect team. The two of you kept Arendelle running. How am I supposed to run the kingdom by myself?
For three years, I have been alone in this room. I have had no visitors inside. Both of you are gone, dead in the sea somewhere. John, he has not yet returned. I fear he never will. I am supposed to conceal, don't feel, I'm not allowed to let it show. Tomorrow there will be at least eight thousand people in the castle and its courtyard. I must be brave. I must not show the fear. Please be with me tomorrow Mama, Papa. I will surely need it.
-Future Queen of Arendelle, Princess Elsa Ann of Arendelle