**Chapter 2: The Storm**

The dark clouds gathered on the horizon, their thick, grey masses swirling with a menacing speed. The air grew heavy with electricity, and the wind began to pick up, whipping Iduna's brown hair into a frenzy as she clung to the ship's railing. Her coronet braid, once a symbol of her royal elegance, now seemed a tangled mess, a reflection of the turmoil that churned within her. "Agnarr, look!" she cried, her voice barely audible over the rising wind. The king's eyes were fixed on the horizon, his face set in a determined expression as he grasped the railing beside her. "Hold on, Iduna!" he shouted back, his voice strained. "This is going to be rough!" The storm hit the ship with incredible force, sending waves crashing over the deck and snapping the mast. Iduna was thrown to the ground, her head spinning as she struggled to regain her footing. She scrambled to her feet, her eyes scanning the chaos for any sign of Agnarr. That was when she saw him, swept overboard by a massive wave. She screamed his name, her voice lost in the howling wind, as she rushed to the edge of the ship. The king's face was etched in her memory, his eyes locked on hers as he was pulled under the surface. Iduna stumbled backwards, her mind reeling in horror. She felt a hand grasp her arm, but she shook it off, her eyes fixed on the spot where Agnarr had disappeared. The storm raged on, tossing the ship about like a toy, and Iduna was powerless to do anything but cling to a piece of debris, praying for survival. Elsa and Anna were clinging to a piece of the ship's wreckage, their faces white with fear. Iduna's heart broke as she saw her daughters struggling to stay afloat. She kicked out with all her might, her legs aching as she fought to reach them. But it was too late. A massive wave crashed over them, and Iduna felt herself being pulled under. She kicked and struggled, her lungs burning as she fought to surface. Finally, she broke through the water, gasping for air. The storm was beginning to subside, leaving behind a trail of destruction and debris. Iduna clung to a piece of wreckage, her body battered and bruised. She looked around, but there was no sign of Agnarr or the girls. She called out, her voice hoarse from shouting, but there was only silence. As the sun began to set, Iduna's thoughts turned to her family. She prayed that they had survived, that they would be reunited soon. But deep down, she knew that she might never see Agnarr again. The thought filled her with a grief so overwhelming that she felt like she was drowning all over again. The sound of waves crashing against the shore was the only sound Iduna could hear as she lay there, her body numb and her heart heavy with sorrow. She closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion wash over her, and waited for the inevitable. But fate had other plans. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Iduna felt a gentle rocking motion. She opened her eyes to find herself washed up on a rocky shore, the waves lapping gently against the rocks. She sat up, her head spinning, and that's when she saw it: a small fishing boat making its way towards her, its crew shouting and waving. Iduna waved back, a weak smile on her face, and waited for rescue, her heart heavy with sorrow but also filled with hope for the future. Little did she know that her journey was far from over, and that her family was about to grow in ways she never could have imagined.