**Chapter 1: The Shipwreck**

The stormy night had been brewing for hours, with dark clouds gathering on the horizon like an ominous omen. Queen Iduna of Arendelle stood at the helm of her ship, her brown hair whipping about her face as she gazed out into the turbulent sea. Her bun, adorned with braids, was coming undone, but she didn't have the time to adjust it. She was on a diplomatic mission to a neighboring kingdom, one that could potentially secure a vital alliance for her kingdom. But it seemed the seas had other plans. A massive wave crashed over the ship, sending Iduna tumbling to the deck. She struggled to her feet, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of shelter. But it was too late. The ship was being torn apart by the raging storm, its timbers creaking and groaning as it buckled under the pressure. Iduna was thrown into the sea, the icy waters closing over her head like a suffocating shroud. She felt herself being pulled down, down into the dark depths, her lungs burning for air. But she refused to give up. With a Herculean effort, she kicked and struggled her way back to the surface, her head breaking through the waves as she gasped for air. She clung to a piece of wreckage, her fingers numb and aching as she rode out the storm. But as the waves slowly began to recede, she realized that she was alone. The ship was gone, destroyed by the fury of the sea. She was the only survivor. Exhausted and half-frozen, Iduna let her head fall back against the wreckage, her eyes drifting shut as she succumbed to the cold. The next morning, a group of fishermen from the Southern Isles spotted a piece of wreckage bobbing in the waves. As they drew closer, they saw a figure slumped against it, her brown hair matted and tangled. "By the gods," one of the fishermen muttered, "it's a woman. And she's half-frozen." The fishermen quickly pulled her aboard, their faces filled with concern as they gazed at the queen's pale and shivering form. "She's a noble, I think," one of them said, his voice filled with respect. "Look at her clothes, they're soaked and torn, but they're also...fine. And that hair...it's not the kind you'd find on just anyone." The fishermen quickly decided to take her to the nearest village, where they could get her warmed up and tended to. Little did they know that they were about to stumble into a much larger and more complicated world, one that would change their lives forever. As they approached the shore, Iduna stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she gazed up at the fishermen. For a moment, she just stared, her mind foggy and unclear. But as she saw the concerned faces peering down at her, she tried to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. "Where...where am I?" The fishermen exchanged a glance, before one of them smiled and said, "You're safe, Your Majesty. You're in the Southern Isles. We'll get you warmed up and comfortable, and then...well, we'll figure out what to do next." Iduna's eyes narrowed, her gaze searching the faces above her. But before she could ask any more questions, her head spun and she passed out, the cold and exhaustion finally catching up with her.