**The Wreck**

Queen Iduna stood at the bow of the ship, her long, brown braided hair streaming behind her like a golden ribbon in the wind. She gazed out at the treacherous waters, her eyes narrowed against the spray. The crew had warned her of the dangers of sailing through these icy seas, but she had to get back to Arendelle, to her daughters Elsa and Anna. The thought of them, safe and warm in their palace, gave her the strength to face the raging storm. As the ship bucked and pitched, Iduna gripped the rail tightly, her knuckles white with tension. She had always loved the sea, but today it seemed like a monster, threatening to swallow them whole. A massive wave crashed over the bow, sweeping her off her feet. Iduna tumbled through the air, her scream lost in the howling wind. She hit the water with a bone-jarring impact, the shock threatening to knock her unconscious. Iduna struggled to stay afloat, her body numb and aching. The sea seemed to be pulling her under, down into its icy depths. She kicked and paddled, fighting against the currents, but they were too strong. Just when she thought all was lost, Iduna felt a jolt, and her head broke the surface. She gasped for air, her lungs burning. The storm raged on, but she clung to a piece of wreckage, her fingers locked onto it like a lifeline. As the night wore on, Iduna's body began to succumb to the cold. She felt herself drifting, her consciousness slipping away. The last thing she remembered was the sound of the waves, and the feeling of being pulled towards some unknown shore. When Iduna came to, she was lying on a cold, hard surface, her body wrapped in a rough woolen blanket. She groggily opened her eyes, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. She was in a small, rustic room, with stone walls and a thatched roof. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the walls. A figure stood beside her, a young woman with a kind face and a concerned expression. "Welcome back, Your Majesty," she said, curtsying. "You've been asleep for a long time. My name is Gorm, and I'm one of the fishermen who found you on the shore." Iduna's mind was foggy, but she remembered the shipwreck, and her desperate struggle to stay afloat. She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her back onto the bed. Gorm gently pushed her back, holding her shoulders. "Easy, Your Majesty," she said. "You're safe now. You're in the Southern Isles, and King Westergaard has taken you in." Iduna's eyes widened as she remembered her royal status, and the implications of being discovered by a foreign king. She could only hope that King Westergaard would prove to be a benevolent host, and not a threat to her or her daughters. As Gorm helped her drink some hot tea, Iduna caught a glimpse of herself in a small mirror hanging on the wall. Her hair was matted and tangled, her face pale and drawn. But her eyes, though tired, still sparkled with a fierce inner light. She was Iduna, Queen of Arendelle, and she would not be defeated by this setback. With newfound determination, Iduna set her jaw, and looked at Gorm with a hint of a smile. "Tell me, Gorm," she said, "what can I do to repay your kindness?" Gorm smiled back, and curtsied. "You'll be seeing King Westergaard soon, Your Majesty. I'm sure he'll have a task for you." Iduna's heart sank at the mention of the king, but she nodded, resigned to her fate. She would face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that she was one step closer to reuniting with her daughters, and reclaiming her rightful place as Queen of Arendelle.