**Chapter 4: The Queen's Identity**

King Westergard's eyes narrowed as he studied Iduna, his expression a mixture of curiosity and calculation. Iduna, still reeling from the events that had led her to this moment, stood tall, her eyes locked on the king. "So, you are the queen of Arendelle," King Westergard said, his voice low and gravelly. "I must admit, I'm surprised. I had expected... someone more... fragile." Iduna's eyes flashed with anger, but she bit back her retort, choosing instead to focus on her surroundings. The throne room was opulent, with intricate carvings and lavish tapestries adorning the walls. But despite the grandeur, the atmosphere was cold and unforgiving, a reflection of the king's brutal reputation. "I am Iduna, queen of Arendelle," she said, her voice firm. "And I demand to know why I have been brought here." King Westergard chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "You have been brought here because you are a valuable commodity, Queen Iduna," he said. "Your... unique situation makes you a potential asset to my kingdom." Iduna's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with possibilities. What could King Westergard possibly want from her? And how did he plan to use her? As if sensing her unease, King Westergard gestured to one of his guards. "See to the queen's needs," he said. "She must be tired and hungry from her journey. Provide her with food and shelter, and make sure she is comfortable." The guard nodded and led Iduna away, to a spacious suite of rooms that overlooked the castle gardens. Iduna was grateful for the respite, and she took advantage of the opportunity to rest and refresh herself. As she lay on the soft bed, her mind turned to her family, and her daughters, Elsa and Anna. She wondered what had become of them, and whether they were safe. She knew she had to find a way back to Arendelle, but for now, she was at the mercy of King Westergard. The next morning, Iduna was summoned to the throne room once more. King Westergard was seated on his throne, his expression serious. "Queen Iduna," he said, "I have decided to keep you here, in my kingdom, for the time being. But I assure you, you will be well cared for. And who knows? Perhaps we can come to some sort of... arrangement." Iduna's eyes locked on the king, her heart heavy with foreboding. She knew that she was in grave danger, and that she would have to tread carefully if she was to survive. As she left the throne room, Iduna caught a glimpse of a figure watching her from the shadows. He was a young man, with a troubled expression, and Iduna sensed that he might be a potential ally in her quest to escape. The young man's eyes met hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Iduna felt a spark of connection, and she wondered who this mysterious stranger was, and what his role might be in her fate. The young man was Hans, the son of King and Queen of a neighboring kingdom. He had been sent to King Westergard's court as a diplomatic gesture, but he had quickly become disillusioned with the king's brutal methods. As Iduna disappeared from view, Hans felt a pang of sympathy for the queen. He knew that she was in a precarious position, and he wondered if he could help her. Little did he know, their fates were about to become intertwined in ways they could never have imagined.