**Chapter 4: Rescued**

The fishing boat's hull creaked and groaned as it rode the waves, its wooden slats worn smooth by years of exposure to the salty sea air. Iduna lay on the deck, her body wrapped in a thick woolen blanket, its softness a gentle comfort against the rough wooden planks beneath her. The fishermen had given her a warm meal, and she had eaten it gratefully, feeling a little strength return to her limbs as the warmth of the food spread through her chilled body. As she looked around at the faces of her rescuers, Iduna felt a sense of gratitude wash over her. They were rough-looking men, with weathered skin and tired eyes that seemed to hold a deep understanding of the sea and its moods. But their expressions were kind, their eyes filled with a deep sympathy for her loss. One of them, a burly man with a thick beard and a gentle voice, sat beside her, his eyes never leaving hers. "What's your name, lass?" he asked, his voice low and soothing, like the lapping of the waves against the hull of the boat. Iduna hesitated for a moment, her mind still reeling from the events of the past few hours. "I...I'm Iduna," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Queen Iduna of Arendelle." The fishermen exchanged surprised glances, their faces reflecting their shock. "Arendelle?" one of them repeated, his voice filled with awe. "The queen?" Iduna nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat as she struggled to hold back tears. She had been so caught up in her own grief that she hadn't thought about the implications of her situation. As the queen, she was used to being recognized and respected. But here, on this small fishing boat, she was just a survivor, a woman who had lost her husband and was desperate to get back to her daughters. The burly man nodded sympathetically, his eyes filled with a deep understanding. "We'll get you back to Arendelle, Your Majesty," he said, his voice filled with a quiet determination. "But first, you need to rest. You've been through a terrible ordeal." Iduna nodded, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over her. She lay back on the deck, her eyes closing as she let the warmth of the sun soak into her bones. The fishermen sat around her, watching over her as she slept, their faces etched with concern. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the sea, Iduna stirred. She sat up, looking around at the fishermen as they worked to keep the boat on course. The burly man handed her a cup of hot tea, and she sipped it gratefully, feeling a little more alive. "Where are we?" she asked, looking around at the unfamiliar landscape. The sea stretched out before her, a vast expanse of blue that seemed to meet the sky at the horizon. The burly man pointed to the east, his arm outstretched. "We're about a day's journey from Arendelle," he said. "We'll get you back as soon as we can." Iduna nodded, feeling a surge of hope. She was going to make it back to her daughters, to Elsa and Anna. She was going to see them again, and comfort them, and help them through this terrible time. As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Iduna stood up, her eyes fixed on the horizon. She felt a sense of determination wash over her, a sense of purpose. She was going to get through this, she was going to survive. And she was going to make sure that her daughters were safe, and happy, and loved. The fishing boat sailed on, carrying Iduna towards a future that was both uncertain and full of hope. She stood on the deck, her eyes fixed on the stars, her heart heavy with sorrow, but her spirit unbroken.