**Chapter 2: The Stormy Sea**

The storm raged on, its fury unabated, as Queen Iduna clung to the splintered beam, her knuckles white with fear. The waves crashed around her, threatening to pull her under at any moment. She had managed to grab onto the beam, but she knew it was only a matter of time before she was exhausted or the beam broke apart. As she looked around, she saw the destruction caused by the storm. The ship was gone, taken by the waves, and there was no sign of Grand Pabbie or Agnarr. Iduna's heart was heavy with grief, but she pushed it aside, focusing on survival. She had to stay alive for the sake of her daughters, Elsa and Anna. The sun was rising, casting a pale light over the water, but Iduna knew she couldn't rely on it to guide her. She had to find a way to stay afloat and wait for rescue. She wrapped her arms around the beam, holding it tightly as the waves continued to crash around her. As the hours passed, Iduna's body began to ache, and her muscles screamed in exhaustion. She was cold, hungry, and thirsty, but she refused to give up. She thought of her family, of Elsa and Anna's smiling faces, and of Agnarr's warm smile. She thought of the life they had built together in Arendelle, and of the love they shared. Iduna's mind wandered back to 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, and she was left to face the uncertainty of her own survival. As the day wore on, Iduna spotted a dark shape on the horizon. She squinted, trying to make out what it was, and her heart leapt with hope as she saw it was a boat. She waved her arms, shouting for help, but her voice was hoarse and barely audible. The boat drew closer, and Iduna saw the faces of the fishermen, their eyes scanning the water for any sign of survivors. They spotted her and quickly changed course, heading towards her. As the boat reached her, Iduna was pulled aboard, exhausted and shaken. The fishermen wrapped her in blankets, giving her hot tea and food. Iduna devoured the food, grateful for the warmth and comfort. As she looked back at the sea, Iduna knew that she had been given a second chance. She had survived the storm, but Agnarr had not. She felt a pang of grief, but she knew she had to focus on the future, on her daughters, and on rebuilding her life. The fishermen took Iduna to a nearby port, where she could find help and shelter. As she stood on the shore, looking out at the sea, Iduna knew that her journey was far from over. She had to face the challenges ahead, to find a way to heal and to move on. But for now, she just stood there, feeling the warm sun on her face, and the cool breeze in her hair. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and let the tears fall. She wept for Agnarr, for the life they had planned to build together, and for the uncertainty of her own future. But even in her grief, Iduna knew that she would find a way to keep going, for the sake of her daughters, and for the love that would always be with her.