## Chapter 1: A Fateful Voyage

The majestic ship, adorned with the flags of Arendelle, cut through the choppy waters of the fjord, carrying Queen Iduna and King Agnarr on a diplomatic mission to Ahtohallan. The queen, with her brown hair styled in a coronet braid, stood at the bow, her eyes fixed on the horizon. King Agnarr, with his rugged features and warm smile, stood beside her, his arm around her shoulders. The wind whipped through their hair as they gazed out at the vast expanse of water. The ship, sturdy and well-maintained, had been their home for the past few days. Iduna and Agnarr had spent their time on board, attending to their royal duties, and enjoying the brief moments of respite from the demands of ruling. Their daughters, Elsa and Anna, were back in Arendelle, under the care of the palace staff, and the queen was looking forward to returning to them soon. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the water, the crew shouted a warning. A severe storm was brewing on the horizon, with dark clouds and towering waves. The ship struggled to stay on course, but it soon became clear that they would not be able to outrun the tempest. "Hold fast!" the captain bellowed, as the ship was tossed about like a toy. Iduna and Agnarr clung to each other, their knuckles white with fear. The queen's coronet braid was disheveled, and her brown hair was blown back from her face. The king's eyes were fixed on her, his face set in a determined expression. The storm raged on, with lightning flashing across the sky and thunder booming through the air. The ship creaked and groaned, taking on water at an alarming rate. Iduna felt a jolt of terror as the vessel was thrown against the rocky shore. The impact was tremendous, and the queen was flung to the deck. As she struggled to her feet, she saw Agnarr stumbling towards her, his face pale and his eyes wide with fear. But before he could reach her, a massive wave crashed over the ship, sweeping him off his feet. Iduna screamed, but her voice was lost in the howling wind. The queen stumbled forward, her eyes scanning the wreckage for any sign of her husband. But he was gone, lost in the turbulent waters. She stumbled through the debris, her heart heavy with grief, but there was no sign of Agnarr. As the storm slowly began to subside, Iduna collapsed onto the rocky shore, her body wracked with sobs. She was alone, survivor of a shipwreck that had claimed the life of her beloved husband, King Agnarr. The darkness closed in around her, and Iduna lost all sense of time. She was consumed by her grief, her mind numb with shock and sorrow. But as the hours passed, she slowly began to come to terms with her situation. She was alive, and she would have to find a way to survive, for her own sake, and for the sake of her daughters. As the night wore on, Iduna's thoughts turned to Elsa and Anna, and she knew she had to keep moving. She had to find a way back to Arendelle, to her daughters, and to the life they had built together. But for now, she was alone, stranded on a desolate shore, with only her grief to keep her company.