**Adrift**

The storm raged on, its fury unabated as it battered the ship with relentless ferocity. Iduna clung to the debris, her eyes fixed on the spot where she had last seen Agnarr, her mind reeling with the horror of what had happened. Grand Pabbie's arms were around her, holding her close, but she was numb, her heart heavy with grief. As the waves crashed against them, Iduna felt a sense of disconnection, as if she was floating in a nightmare from which she couldn't awaken. She saw the ship, now a shattered wreck, slipping beneath the surface of the water, and she knew that Agnarr was gone. The thought was like a physical blow, leaving her breathless and stunned. The storm raged on, but Iduna was lost in her grief, her thoughts consumed by memories of Agnarr. She remembered his smile, his laugh, his strong arms around her. She remembered the way he had looked at her, with a deep and abiding love. And she knew that she would never see him again. Grand Pabbie's voice was a gentle whisper in her ear, urging her to hold on, to stay with him. Iduna nodded, mechanically, but she was barely aware of his presence. She was trapped in her own private hell, reliving the moments leading up to Agnarr's death. As the storm slowly began to subside, Iduna found herself exhausted, her body battered and bruised. Grand Pabbie helped her to sit up, and she looked around, taking stock of their situation. They were alone, clinging to a piece of wreckage, the sea stretching out before them like an endless grave. Iduna's eyes filled with tears as she thought of Agnarr, of the life they had built together, of the future they had planned. She felt a sense of despair wash over her, a sense of hopelessness. What was the point of going on, without Agnarr by her side? Grand Pabbie's eyes met hers, and he nodded, as if he understood her thoughts. "We must survive, Iduna," he said, his voice low and gentle. "For the sake of your daughters, for the sake of the kingdom." Iduna nodded, mechanically, but she knew that it wouldn't be easy. She felt lost, alone, and adrift, without Agnarr to guide her. But she knew that she had to keep going, for Elsa and Anna's sake, for the sake of the kingdom. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the water, Iduna spotted something on the horizon. It was a fishing boat, heading towards them. She felt a surge of hope, a sense of rescue. Maybe, just maybe, they would make it through this after all. The fishing boat drew closer, and Iduna could see the faces of the men on board, their expressions a mixture of concern and curiosity. Grand Pabbie helped her to stand, and she waved, weakly, hoping to signal for help. The men on the boat quickly responded, rowing towards them with a sense of urgency. Iduna felt a sense of relief wash over her as they pulled alongside, their arms outstretched to help them aboard. As she stepped onto the boat, Iduna felt a sense of gratitude towards the men, who quickly provided them with food and water. She ate and drank, mechanically, still trying to process the events of the past few hours. Grand Pabbie sat beside her, his eyes watchful, as Iduna stared out at the sea, her heart heavy with grief. She knew that she would never forget Agnarr, but she also knew that she had to keep moving forward, for the sake of those she loved. The fishing boat continued on its journey, heading towards Arendelle, and Iduna felt a sense of trepidation. She knew that she would have to face Elsa and Anna, to tell them about Agnarr's death. She steeled herself for the task, knowing that it would be one of the hardest things she had ever had to do.