**Chapter 3: Adrift**

The storm had passed, leaving Iduna alone and adrift in the vast expanse of the ocean. She clung to the splintered beam, her body aching from the relentless pounding of the waves. The sun beat down on her, warming her chilled skin, but offering little comfort. Iduna's eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of rescue, but there was nothing. No ships, no boats, just the endless blue water. As she floated, Iduna's mind wandered back to her life with Agnarr and their daughters, Elsa and Anna. She remembered the happy times, the laughter, and the adventures they had shared as a family. Iduna's heart ached with grief, thinking about the life they had built together in Arendelle, and the love they had shared. She recalled the day she and Agnarr had stood on the balcony of the palace, watching the snow fall gently over the kingdom. They had been so happy, so in love, and Iduna had thought that nothing could ever tear them apart. But now, Agnarr was gone, taken by the storm, and Iduna was left to face the uncertainty of her own survival. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she thought of her husband's warm smile and gentle touch. Iduna took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She had to focus on survival, for the sake of her daughters. As the hours ticked by, Iduna's thoughts turned to her daughters. What would they do without her? Who would protect them, guide them, and love them? Iduna's mind was filled with worry and fear, but she pushed it aside, focusing on her own survival. She had to stay alive, no matter what. The sun beat down on Iduna, relentless in its intensity. She was thirsty, hungry, and exhausted, but she refused to give up. She thought of Elsa and Anna, of their smiling faces, and of the life they had built together as a family. Iduna's determination grew, and she held on to the beam, her grip tightening as she fought to stay afloat. As the day wore on, Iduna's body began to feel the effects of her ordeal. Her muscles screamed in exhaustion, and her skin was parched and dry. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth of the sun seep into her bones, and tried to rest. But even as she drifted off, Iduna's mind was always on the lookout, waiting for any sign of rescue, or any glimpse of hope. The ocean rocked her gently, a soothing melody that seemed to lull her into a state of semi-consciousness. Iduna's thoughts grew fuzzy, and she felt herself becoming one with the sea, her body merging with the waves. But even as she felt the pull of the ocean, Iduna knew she couldn't give in. She had to keep fighting, for Elsa, for Anna, and for the life they had built together. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the water, Iduna spotted something on the horizon. She squinted, trying to make out what it was, but it was too far away to see clearly. Her heart leapt with hope, and she waved her arms, shouting for help. But her voice was hoarse and barely audible, and she wondered if anyone would ever hear her. Iduna's eyes remained fixed on the horizon, her heart filled with a mix of hope and despair. Would she ever find her way back to her daughters, or would she remain adrift, lost at sea? Only time would tell.