Was it too soon for me to joke about you being a vampire? You already have so many titles, inherited from your forebears who would have known my predecessors. Think of this as a new one bestowed by your queen. Let me have this. Vampire Vi, with her beautiful, mesmerizing red eyes and beguiling, frightening smirk.
Come on, you saw this coming from a mile away. We had a laugh about it when I was over at your castle for dinner, remember? Seriously, you dress like an elegant mistress of darkness and you live like one. You say that I wield my honesty and humour like weapons. Well, sometimes it’s all I have. And when I’m faced with an opponent like you, someone so implacably determined to win me over but is also fixated with taking away that which is most precious from me – I’m scared, Viola.
I’m angry on behalf of Elsa and frankly, I can’t wait to beat some sense into you. But I’m also sad, and scared for the both of us.
I’ve never met anyone like you in my life and it drives me crazy that we’re on a collision course with each other.
There’s so much I don’t know about you, but I bet you had a pretty unhappy childhood. It was probably even worse than mine, and that’s not okay. It’s not an observation I make with pleasure or schadenfreude at all. You mentioned that whenever a Mundilfari family head dies, it’s a free-for-all as to who succeeds them, right? That’s why you told me you killed your parents and siblings. Not just to become leader, but to survive.
I’m not judging your family’s traditions. But I suspect both of us needed much more love, more holding, when we were kids.
I prefer not to think about those long years I was shut in the palace grounds and away from Elsa. I never had any friends, didn’t go to school except learning under the royal tutor, and I was deprived of even seeing and holding the most precious person in the world to me.
The one you happen to want to destroy, Vi.
There’s a dark, hateful logic to your way of looking at the world. To survive imperial predations, become an empire. To protect society, entrench an elite aristocracy with absolute power. If an ancient family pact demands that you take the power of the five elements for yourself, along with the coveted prize of the whole Northuldra region, then you’ve got to do it, right?
This is strangely personal for me, as I told you over our dinner. You’re not a foreign political leader like Queen Victoria was. You’re not someone who just wants to take over Arendelle, like Hans. You want me under your wing, to make me strong. Part of me, to my horror, feels slightly curious about and attracted to that. Yet your goal is more frightening and evil to me than anything Hans or a foreign enemy could cook up.
What’s worse is that you truly feel that you must tear me away from Elsa and destroy her, before you and I can truly be reconciled.
You’re cruel. You’re really, really cruel.
Vi, it’s with a very heavy heart that I recognize you as my political archenemy, even as I want to see you again, to have more chances to talk and laugh with you over dinner, or even visit Keep Mundilfari again (your guest rooms are still super creepy, though). Your proxies in my parliament, in the Snow Herald newspaper, and in your puppet companies keep me busy every day. Whatever you throw at me, I’m going to throw it right back at you.
But this war between us is a legacy we’ve inherited. It comes from an ancient place of pain that you and I had nothing to do with. We can save each other from it.
You say you want to take me under your wing. Have you ever considered that I might want to take you under mine?
Yours in trepidation and hope,