Shall I call for Anna?" He grinned. "She’d love to see you." "No, that’s not necessary," Elsa said quickly. "I apologize for the terse message earlier… regarding the betrothal. And not passing on word that I would be coming." "You’re always welcome here," King Frederick said gently. "Though you did surprise me. Is aught amiss? I will help to the best of my ability." Elsa reached into her satchel on her lap, fingers brushing the folder of parchment that’d never left her side since she left Arendelle. Papers that she’d read and reread, going over every word, memorizing each sentence and paragraph. Making sure it was ironclad. "I’m glad you’re still receptive to the betrothal," she began. "That’s… partly why I’m here." King Frederick’s brow furrowed as he regarded the young woman before him. Even though exhaustion showed on her features, she looked steadily back at him. "If you’re worried about the betrothal, my messenger ought to be on the road to Arendelle already," he began. "We received your letter only two days past. When did you leave? You must have chased the man’s heels to get here." Elsa shook her head. "No, I… it’s a personal matter. Well, not personal," she corrected. "It is for both Corona and Arendelle. The marriage contract." King Frederick frowned now, lips pursing. "That contract was already signed long ago between myself and your father. Even if you hadn’t sent that letter, Anna has always been promised to you. Of course, if you didn’t want to go through with the betrothal, we would have rescinded it." His brows rose. "Are you here to rescind? Was that letter from earlier sent by mistake?