The Fateful Voyage

The sun was setting over the horizon as Queen Iduna stood at the helm of the ship, her brown hair styled in a coronet braid, blowing gently in the sea breeze. Beside her, Grand Pabbie, her trusted advisor, gazed out at the endless expanse of water, his eyes closed in contemplation. The crew bustled about, busy with the day's tasks, as the ship sailed steadily towards its destination: Ahtohallan, the mystical river said to hold the secrets of the past. Iduna's thoughts were consumed by her husband, King Agnarr, whose mysterious past had always fascinated her. She had often wondered about the stories he had hinted at, but never fully revealed. Determined to uncover the truth, she had convinced Grand Pabbie to accompany her on this journey, seeking answers in the ancient waters of Ahtohallan. As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Iduna felt a sense of excitement and trepidation. She had always known that this voyage would be a perilous one, but she was willing to risk it all to uncover the secrets of her husband's past. Grand Pabbie, sensing her unease, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Do not worry, Your Majesty," he said, his voice low and soothing. "We will face whatever challenges lie ahead, together." Meanwhile, in a distant land, Prince Hans, the infamous would-be king of Arendelle, plotted his next move. His ambition and desire for power still burning bright, he schemed and strategized, determined to one day claim the throne he felt was rightfully his. Back on the ship, Iduna and Grand Pabbie retired to their quarters, exhausted from the day's activities. The crew, too, was settling in for the night, their voices hushed as they went about their duties. The sea was calm, the only sound the gentle lapping of the waves against the hull. But as the night wore on, the atmosphere changed. The wind began to pick up, the waves growing choppy and unpredictable. The crew rushed to secure the ship, their shouts and cries carrying on the wind. Iduna and Grand Pabbie were thrown from their beds, the ship creaking and groaning as it rode the waves. The storm raged on, its fury unabated. Iduna clung to the bedpost, her knuckles white as she prayed for the dawn to come. Grand Pabbie, she saw, was fighting to keep his seat, his eyes fixed on some point outside the cabin. And then, in an instant, everything changed. The ship lurched violently, throwing Iduna across the room. She heard a loud crash, followed by the sound of rushing water. The cabin door burst open, and a wave crashed in, sweeping her off her feet. Iduna was tossed about like a ragdoll, the storm raging around her. She felt herself being pulled under, the water closing over her head. But she refused to give up, clinging to a piece of debris as the ship went down. As the darkness receded, Iduna found herself alone, clinging to a splintered beam. She looked around, but there was no sign of Grand Pabbie or Agnarr. The ship was gone, taken by the storm. And she was left, adrift in the vast expanse of the ocean, with only her thoughts to keep her company. The sun was rising, casting a pale light over the water. Iduna's eyes were fixed on the horizon, her heart heavy with grief. She knew that she had to survive, for the sake of her daughters, Elsa and Anna. But for now, she just floated, lost and alone, as the sea stretched out before her like an endless grave.