**Chapter 3: Survival**

As Iduna clung to the debris, she felt a sense of numbness wash over her. The storm had passed, leaving behind a eerie calmness. The sun beat down on her, warming her chilled skin, but she couldn't shake off the feeling of despair that had settled in her chest. The debris, a splintered piece of the ship's mast, was her only lifeline in the vast expanse of the ocean. She gazed out at the horizon, her eyes scanning the water for any sign of life. The sea was empty, with no ships or land in sight. Iduna's thoughts turned to King Agnarr, and a wave of grief washed over her. She remembered the look of fear in his eyes as he was swept overboard, and the feeling of helplessness that had followed. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She had to conserve her energy, had to survive. As the day wore on, Iduna's body began to ache. Her muscles were sore from the relentless pounding of the waves, and her skin was battered and bruised. She tried to move, to shift her position on the debris, but it was too small to provide any comfort. The sun beat down on her, relentless in its intensity, and Iduna felt her thirst and hunger growing. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the pain and the despair. The sound of the waves gently lapping against the debris was soothing, and Iduna felt her eyelids growing heavy. She knew she couldn't sleep, not yet, but her body seemed to have other plans. As she drifted in and out of consciousness, Iduna's mind began to wander. She thought of her daughters, Elsa and Anna, and the life they had left behind in Arendelle. She wondered if they were safe, if they were grieving for her. The thought of their little faces, their smiles and laughter, gave her the strength to keep going. The sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the ocean. Iduna's eyes fluttered open, and she gazed out at the horizon. She spotted a few seagulls flying overhead, their cries piercing the air. The sight of the birds gave her hope, and she felt a surge of determination. She would survive, she would make it back to Arendelle, and she would be reunited with her daughters. The thought gave her the strength to keep going, to cling to the debris and wait for rescue. As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Iduna settled in for a long and lonely wait, her heart heavy with grief, but her spirit unbroken. In the darkness, Iduna's thoughts turned to King Agnarr, and she felt a sob rise up in her throat. She had lost him, and the pain of that loss was overwhelming. But she pushed it aside, focusing on her own survival. She had to make it back to Arendelle, for Elsa and Anna's sake, and for the sake of their kingdom. As the night wore on, Iduna's body ached, and her mind was a jumble of emotions. But she refused to give up, clinging to the debris and the hope that she would be rescued, that she would see her daughters again. The ocean was vast and unforgiving, but Iduna was determined to survive, to make it back to the life she loved.