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By HM Queen Anna
Her Majesty’s column is published exclusively by The AG. This was reprinted from last night’s evening edition of the paper.
To this day, there is a faction within the government, and perhaps even within my court, which is reflexively suspicious of Elsa’s weekend visits to the palace. It infuriates me to no end that they can’t understand that Elsa is more than just comfort and company, as she’s always been. She is my greatest advisor. Of course, I couldn’t do without Kristoff’s presence, and I defer to General Mattias on all manner of big and important matters. Even this paper’s old and cranky editor, who Elsa and I affectionately call “chief,” has been advising and aiding us since my eighteenth.
But it’s Elsa who, as the Fifth Spirit and Snow Queen, has her finger on the pulse of the very land itself, through the soil, under the sea, and in things deep below Northuldra and the far reaches of the Dark Sea. Even my most loyal ministers and nobles consistently underestimate the vast wisdom she possesses. She is actually my wisest counsellor, because she’s transcended. She sees the world with… different eyes, in richer colours.
It’s thanks to her that I have a three-step, strategically comprehensive plan for government. Baked within that plan is not only the modernization of Arendelle’s economy and the grand alliance that we must build to survive in today’s geopolitical environment, but also a long-term objective for both Northuldra and Arendelle, agreed upon by Elsa and myself. It is a promise that we made together after my becoming queen: full union of the two regions, so that spirits and human beings become as used to each other as next-door neighbours. It will be Arendelle’s next step in its self-understanding. Given its politically explosive implications, we must move carefully. Even now I hear whispers in the corridors of the Great Assembly about Elsa being the “Northuldran influence,” or the “puppet witch.” This deliberately hurtful language aside, the concern of these ministers is that I’m looking out for Northuldra at Elsa’s behest, and at Arendelle’s expense.
Nothing could be further from the truth. What benefits Arendelle, helps Northuldra. What is good in the north is good for us here, too. My destruction of my grandfather’s dam, the placating of the spirits, Elsa being freed from Ahtohallan to save Arendelle – hasn’t all this taught us that the two realms’ fates are one?
So, no, I don’t apologize for seeking out Elsa’s council, although I’m not stupid – I know it might not look good to a certain few for Elsa to come over for sleepovers so often. Is it that outrageous? She might not live with me anymore, but she’s still my sister.
For all my wrangling with my more critical ministers and jarls, perhaps there is a kernel of truth in their critique of these weekly visits that I have Elsa pay me. I hold Kristoff close to me at night, and he is my rock, my northern star. But I can’t deny that without Elsa in the palace, I find myself often invoking her, in happy and stressful times alike. I’m not even necessarily looking for her. It’s as if… her presence never truly left the palace, and I’m always suffused in it.
“Some things never change,” I once told Olaf. I might have to modify my little catchphrase: people will always change, and the feelings we have for each other often change… but not all of these feelings. I’m crystal clear about my emotions towards Elsa, which have not changed one jot. The brutal truth is that I adore Elsa as Arendelle’s supreme commander as much as I did when I was a tiny girl.
Perhaps I’m just having a moment of reminiscence, dwelling wistfully on old times past. Don’t worry: I wouldn’t trade my crown for any false allure of going back to some more carefree arrangement. Not only is it an unbelievable privilege to lead my country and serve my people, it was Elsa herself who entrusted the throne to me. I would die before I failed her.
What do you think, dear citizen? Am I trying to have the best of both worlds? If I really have changed and matured into a queen, can I really always hold on to Elsa’s hand like I’ve always done?
It’s getting late. I should stop thinking about Elsa and politics for now. Thanks for staying with me in this evening edition. I hope my late night thoughts are more interesting to you than they sound to me.
Signing off with a bit of melancholy, your friend and servant.