**Chapter 3: Survival**

Iduna slowly opened her eyes, groggily taking in her surroundings. She was lying on a rocky shore, the waves gently lapping at the rocks. She sat up, her head spinning, and rubbed her temples. The memories of the shipwreck came flooding back, and she felt a wave of grief wash over her. Agnarr... her beloved husband... was gone. She stumbled to her feet, her body aching from the ordeal. The storm had left her battered and bruised, but she was alive. She looked around, taking in the desolate landscape. The shore was littered with debris from the ship, and Iduna saw a few pieces of wreckage scattered about. She stumbled forward, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of life. As she walked, Iduna couldn't help but think of her family. Elsa and Anna... her dear daughters... were they safe? Were they alive? She prayed that they had survived the wreck, that she would see them again 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. Iduna continued to walk, her feet carrying her along the shore. She didn't know where she was or where she was going, but she knew she had to keep moving. She couldn't stay stuck in the past, no matter how much she wanted to. As she rounded a bend in the shore, Iduna saw a small cave in the distance. She stumbled towards it, her body exhausted, and collapsed onto the sandy floor. The cave provided some shelter from the elements, and Iduna wrapped her arms around herself, trying to warm up. She closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion wash over her, and drifted off into a fitful sleep. As she slept, Iduna's mind was filled with memories of her life with Agnarr. She remembered their wedding day, their children's births, and all the laughter they had shared. She remembered the way Agnarr used to make her laugh, the way he used to hold her hand. The memories were bittersweet, and Iduna felt a lump form in her throat as she thought of her beloved husband. When Iduna woke up, the sun was high in the sky. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and looked around the cave. It was small, but it was dry and relatively warm. She stumbled to her feet, her body stiff from the night on the hard ground. As she emerged from the cave, Iduna was greeted by the sight of the sea, stretching out before her like a vast expanse of blue. She took a deep breath, feeling the salty air fill her lungs, and began to walk along the shore. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she had to keep moving. As she walked, Iduna felt a sense of determination growing inside her. She would survive, no matter what. She would find a way to get back to her daughters, to rebuild their lives. The sun beat down on her as she walked, and Iduna felt her body begin to ache. She was tired, hungry, and thirsty, but she refused to give up. She kept walking, her feet carrying her along the shore, until she saw a small fishing boat on the horizon. Iduna's heart leapt with hope as she waved her arms, shouting for help. The boat changed course, heading towards her, and Iduna felt a sense of relief wash over her. She was going to be okay. She was going to survive. As the boat drew closer, Iduna saw the faces of the fishermen, their eyes kind and concerned. They pulled up alongside her, and one of them tossed her a rope. Iduna grabbed it, feeling a sense of gratitude towards these strangers. "Thank you," she said, her voice hoarse from shouting. "Thank you for saving me." The fisherman smiled, his face weathered from years at sea. "You're welcome, Your Majesty," he said, his eyes filled with kindness. "We'll take care of you now."