Featured image art by Athena (@myrthena) for The Arendelle Guardian
By HM Queen Anna
I’m sorry. I’ve been smiling and laughing less since my return from Mundilfari Keep. Has it already been a month? There’s been so much going on that I’d have lost track of time without Kristoff or Maren to remind me.
My sleepover with Vi, in one way, went extremely well. We not only bathed in the thermal springs together, but I also saw a side of the Countess that… if I’m honest, I’d never expected. So vulnerable, so gentle. It made me open up in a way I only do for friends, intimate friends, and I think, no, I know that my tender feelings made Vi feel something she hasn’t felt in a long time.
Yes, it went so well that it turned into a wagon wreck. It happens every now and then.
She told me, with impeccable timing during a moment we were having, that she was already planning her next move, having summoned her most trusted and deadly general to Arendelle.
In her own curious way, she tried to apologize, admitting that she confessed in a moment of weakness. Perhaps it was a subconscious attempt to give me some measure of equal footing.
I don’t need that. I don’t need to “win.” I don’t need any kind of “victory” over you. Just having to fight my own Arendellian citizen, even a powerful aristocratic one like you – do you know how painful that is for me? How much clearer could I have been on board Muspelheim that day, when we had drawn swords against each other and I’d dropped mine?
My offer stands: I’m willing to give you my life. There’ll be no fight, no big climatic battle. But I need you to do something in return. I need you, Vi, if you really love me as you claim and want to serve me as my great and noble countess, to relinquish your claims on Elsa and Northuldra, and the Mundilfaris’ ancient goal to destroy the Five Spirits.
As Arendelle’s queen, I stand in your way as Elsa’s final line of defence. You and I both possess iron wills, and it’s becoming clearer that our feud over my sister is going global, dragging other kingdoms and empires into the vortex of our struggle against each other. Corona, Great Britain, Agrabah – and soon, thanks to your own general, Commander Hilde, many other European powers…
This is madness.
What force drives you to wield your considerable power and near-limitless influence in the name of destroying Elsa? Some spectre of the past, or a literal ghost lurking about in your castle? Is it possible that I might be strong enough to help you rebel against it, to overcome it, so I can claim you instead? Yes, I’m possessive that way. It’s better than you chasing after my sister and wreaking havoc and death across Northuldra along the way.
A reporter of this newspaper once asked me if there were undertones of possessiveness or emotional tension in our relationship? Are you kidding me? It’s been nothing but tension! And it keeps me up at night. It exhausts me. I know it bewilders and confuses you too.
We’re a mess, you and I, and we have no idea how to disentangle ourselves from each other. Politically, I mean. Ha.
Do we have to do this to each other? Answer me, Vampire Vi. If you’re not going to relinquish your dance of death with Elsa, at least don’t toy with me.
Like it or not, the kingdom’s destiny lies in our bond and how you and I both end up in regards to Northuldra’s future: whether you spare its lands and its spirits, or we clash, not just in Parliament, the press, or in corporate wars, but on the battlefield once more.
As much as you drive me crazy, I don’t know if I can bear that. And I know, by the spirits, that you don’t want to kill me, either.
So let’s talk. I’ll never give up on you.