**Chapter 6: News of Agnarr**

Iduna sat on the fishing boat, wrapped in a warm blanket and sipping a steaming cup of tea, as she gazed out at the vast expanse of sea and sky. The fishermen, Erik and his son, had taken her aboard, and she was grateful for their kindness and generosity. As she looked around, Iduna took in her surroundings, trying to process the events that had led her to this moment. The old fisherman, Erik, cleared his throat and spoke up, his voice low and gentle. "Your Majesty, I'm afraid we have some news that may not be easy to hear." Iduna's heart skipped a beat as she turned to him, her eyes searching for answers. "What is it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Erik's expression was somber, and he hesitated before speaking. "We saw no sign of the king or anyone else from your ship. We scanned the horizon, but there was nothing. No bodies, no wreckage, no signs of life. I'm afraid... well, I hope I'm wrong, but..." Iduna nodded, understanding, her eyes welling up with tears. She had already begun to accept that Agnarr may be gone, lost at sea. The thought was a heavy burden to bear, but she steeled herself for the pain that was to come. Iduna took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, but the grief was already seeping in, threatening to overwhelm her. She thought back to the shipwreck, to the chaos and confusion, and to the moment she had been separated from Agnarr. As the memories flooded her mind, Iduna felt a wave of sorrow wash over her. She remembered the sound of the ship crashing onto the rocks, the feeling of being swept away by the waves, and the desperation that had driven her to cling to the debris. She thought of Agnarr, of his strong face and his kind eyes, and of the life they had built together. The fishermen watched her, their faces filled with compassion, as Iduna struggled to come to terms with her loss. Erik's son, a young man with a rugged face, spoke up, his voice soft. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. We did everything we could to find others, but... " Iduna nodded, her eyes still fixed on the horizon. She knew that she had to be strong for her daughters, for Elsa and Anna, who would be waiting for her back in Arendelle. She took another sip of her tea, feeling the warmth spread through her chest, and tried to focus on the present moment. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the water, Iduna spotted the familiar outline of Arendelle in the distance. Her heart swelled with emotion as she thought of her daughters, waiting for her at home. She was going home, but she knew that her life would never be the same again. The experience had changed her, and she was still trying to come to terms with it. The sea air whipped through her hair, and Iduna felt a sense of peace wash over her. She was alive, and that was all that mattered. She would face whatever challenges lay ahead, armed with the knowledge that she had survived against all odds. As the fishing boat sailed into the harbor, Iduna stood up, her eyes fixed on the castle, and took a deep breath, ready to face whatever the future held.