**Chapter 4: The Journey to Westergaard**

The gentle rocking of the horse-drawn carriage was a welcome respite from the pain and discomfort Iduna had endured for weeks. As she sat up straight, her brown braided hair, done up in a neat bun, bobbed slightly with the motion. Grimbold, the weathered fisherman, sat beside her, offering a reassuring smile. "Are you comfortable, Your Highness?" he asked, his voice gruff but kind. Iduna nodded, wincing slightly as a sharp pain shot through her head. "Yes, thank you. I'm just a bit stiff." The carriage continued on its journey, passing through rolling hills and verdant forests. Iduna marveled at the scenery, taking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds. She had been on the Southern Isles for weeks, but she had never ventured this far inland. As they rode, Grimbold told her about King Westergaard, the ruler of the Southern Isles. "He's a just and fair king," he said. "He'll do his best to help you regain your memories and find your way back home." Iduna's thoughts turned to her family, and she wondered if they were searching for her. She hoped that King Agnarr and her daughters, Elsa and Anna, were safe and well. A pang of sadness washed over her, and she felt a lump form in her throat. The carriage crested a hill, and Iduna caught her first glimpse of Westergaard Castle. The imposing structure rose from the landscape, its stone walls glinting in the sunlight. She felt a surge of trepidation, wondering what lay ahead. As they approached the castle, Iduna's anxiety grew. What would King Westergaard be like? Would he be able to help her? She pushed aside her doubts, focusing on the present moment. The carriage drew up to the castle entrance, and Iduna was greeted by a liveried servant. "Welcome, Your Highness," he said, bowing low. "King Westergaard awaits you." Iduna took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. She stepped down from the carriage, her legs trembling slightly beneath her. Grimbold offered his arm, and she accepted, grateful for his support. Together, they entered the castle, and Iduna was immediately struck by the grandeur of her surroundings. The high ceilings, the ornate tapestries, and the polished stone floors all contributed to an atmosphere of opulence and power. As they walked, Iduna caught glimpses of the castle's inhabitants. Servants and guards bustled about, attending to their duties. She saw a few courtiers, dressed in fine attire, who nodded or bowed as she passed. The servant led them to a large throne room, where King Westergaard sat on his throne, his piercing blue eyes fixed on Iduna. He rose as she approached, his expression warm and welcoming. "Ah, Queen Iduna," he said, his voice deep and resonant. "I've heard a great deal about you. I'm glad you're safe and well." Iduna curtsied, feeling a bit awkward. "Thank you, Your Majesty," she replied. "I'm grateful for your hospitality." King Westergaard smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're welcome, Your Highness. I think I can help you regain your memories and find your way back home. But first, let's get you settled and comfortable. You must be exhausted from your journey." Iduna nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She was grateful for King Westergaard's kindness and generosity. As she followed him to her chambers, she couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Would she be able to regain her memories? Would she be able to find her way back to Arendelle? Only time would tell.