**Chapter 2: The Storm Hits**

The storm clouds gathered on the horizon, their dark and foreboding presence a stark contrast to the calm waters that had cradled the royal ship just hours before. Iduna, Queen of Arendelle, clung to the ship's rail, her knuckles white with fear, as the winds began to howl and the waves started to churn. King Agnarr, her husband and the ruler of Arendelle, stood beside her, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger. The crew of the ship scrambled to adjust the sails and secure the vessel, but it was too late. The storm hit with a ferocity that shook the very foundations of the ship. Iduna felt the deck lurch beneath her feet as the vessel was tossed about like a toy. The winds screamed and the waves crashed against the ship, threatening to capsize it. King Agnarr grabbed Iduna's hand, his face set in a determined expression. "Iduna, we need to get you to safety!" he shouted above the din of the storm. But it was too late. A massive wave crashed over the ship, sweeping King Agnarr off his feet. Iduna screamed as she watched him go overboard, but she was powerless to stop it. She clung to the ship's rail, her eyes scanning the water for any sign of King Agnarr. But he was gone, lost beneath the waves. The ship creaked and groaned, its timbers straining under the pressure. Iduna felt a wave of grief wash over her, but she knew she had to keep fighting. The storm raged on, tossing the ship about like a fragile leaf. Iduna was thrown to the deck, her body aching from the relentless pounding of the waves. She struggled to her feet, her eyes fixed on the horizon, and spotted a piece of debris floating nearby. With a surge of adrenaline, she leapt towards it, grabbing hold of it as the ship was torn apart beneath her. The storm raged on, but Iduna was numb, her body and mind in shock. She clung to the debris, her eyes fixed on the horizon, and waited for the storm to pass. The sounds of the ship breaking apart grew fainter, and eventually, the storm began to subside. As the sun began to rise on a new day, Iduna found herself alone, adrift in the vast ocean. The debris she clung to was all that remained of the ship, and she was left to face the unknown alone. Tears streamed down her face as she thought of King Agnarr, of her daughters, Elsa and Anna, and of the life she had left behind. The warm sun on her face and the cool ocean breeze in her hair were a stark contrast to the turmoil that churned within her. Iduna closed her eyes, her body aching with exhaustion and grief. She knew she had to keep fighting, for her daughters' sake, and for the sake of their kingdom. But for now, she just floated, lost and alone, at the mercy of the sea.