Chapter 6: Agnarr's Fate

Iduna sat by the window, gazing out at the gray skies as her thoughts drifted back to Agnarr, her trusted advisor who had perished in the shipwreck. She remembered his kind face, his wise words, and his unwavering loyalty. A pang of sadness washed over her, and she felt a lump form in her throat. She had grown accustomed to his presence, and his loss was a painful reminder of the dangers they had faced on their journey to Ahtohallan. As she sat there, lost in thought, Iduna's mind wandered back to the events that had led to their voyage. She had been so determined to understand Elsa's powers, to find a way to help her daughter control them. Agnarr had been her rock, her confidant, and her friend. Without him, the weight of her responsibilities seemed even more crushing. Iduna's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps outside her door. She turned to see a servant enter with a tray of food and a steaming cup of tea. "Your Highness," the servant said, bowing low. "I brought you some refreshments. King Westergaard thought you might be feeling a bit peckish." Iduna smiled, grateful for the servant's kindness. She took a sip of the tea, feeling the warmth spread through her body. As she ate, she couldn't help but think of Agnarr's fate. She wondered if anyone else had survived the shipwreck, if anyone knew what had become of her loyal advisor. The servant lingered for a moment, then bowed again and left Iduna to her thoughts. As she sat there, she felt a sense of melancholy wash over her. She knew that she would never forget Agnarr, and the sacrifices he had made for her and for Arendelle. Iduna's eyes drifted to the portrait of Agnarr that she had kept with her throughout her journey. It was a small, watercolor painting, but it captured his kind spirit and gentle soul. She smiled, remembering the way he used to smile, the way he used to make her laugh. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the castle, Iduna felt a sense of peace settle over her. She knew that she would always carry Agnarr's memory with her, and that she would continue to strive for the goals they had set out to achieve. But even as she felt a sense of calm, Iduna couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Agnarr's fate than she knew. She wondered if there were others out there who had survived the shipwreck, others who might be able to tell her more about what had happened. As the darkness gathered outside, Iduna rose from her chair and walked to the window. She gazed out into the night, her heart heavy with grief and her mind filled with questions. She knew that she would never forget Agnarr, and that she would always carry his memory with her. The stars twinkled like diamonds in the sky, and Iduna felt a sense of hope rise within her. She knew that she would find a way to honor Agnarr's memory, to make sure that his sacrifice was not in vain. And as she stood there, lost in thought, she felt a sense of determination rising within her. Iduna took a deep breath, feeling the cool night air fill her lungs. She knew that she had a long journey ahead of her, but she was ready. She was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, to protect those she cared about, and to make sure that Agnarr's memory lived on. As she turned away from the window, Iduna caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her brown hair was pulled back into a coronet braid, a symbol of her strength and resilience. She smiled, feeling a sense of pride and determination rise within her. She was Iduna, the Queen of Arendelle, and she would not be defeated.