**Chapter 3: The Queen's Revelation**

The warm sunlight streaming through the palace windows highlighted the kind faces of King Westergard and Queen Lora as they stood beside Iduna's bed. The queen's eyes, a deep shade of brown, sparkled with compassion as she smiled at Iduna. "Your Majesty, I must say, I'm honored to finally meet you," King Westergard said, his voice low and gravelly. "I've heard so much about you and your family." Iduna's gaze drifted to the king, her mind still foggy from the ordeal. She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her back onto the pillow. "Please, don't exert yourself," Queen Lora said, gently pressing Iduna's shoulder. "You're still recovering." Iduna nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards these strangers. She looked at King Westergard, and her eyes widened as recognition dawned. "You're... you're looking at me like you know me," Iduna said, her voice barely above a whisper. King Westergard nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I do, Your Majesty. I know you as Iduna, the queen of Arendelle." Iduna's eyes filled with tears as she nodded, feeling a mix of emotions: grief, sadness, and a sense of loss. King Westergard's words brought back memories of her life with Agnarr, her husband, and their daughters, Elsa and Anna. "I... I'm sorry," Iduna said, her voice cracking. "Agnarr... he didn't make it, did he?" King Westergard's expression turned somber. "I'm afraid not, Your Majesty. He sacrificed himself to save you." Iduna's eyes overflowed with tears as she nodded, feeling the weight of her loss. Queen Lora handed her a handkerchief, and Iduna blew her nose, trying to compose herself. As she looked at King Westergard and Queen Lora, Iduna felt a sense of gratitude towards these strangers who had taken her in. She knew that she had a long road ahead of her, but with their help, she might just find a way to heal and reclaim her rightful place as queen. The king and queen sat beside her, listening intently as Iduna shared stories about her life in Arendelle, about Elsa and Anna, and about Agnarr. They listened with kind eyes, offering words of comfort and support. As the conversation flowed, Iduna began to feel a sense of connection to these people, a sense of belonging that she hadn't felt in a long time. She knew that she still had a long way to go, but for now, she was grateful for their kindness and compassion. The palace staff bustled around the room, preparing a meal for Iduna. The aroma of roasting meat and freshly baked bread wafted through the air, making Iduna's stomach growl with hunger. "I'm sorry," Iduna said, feeling embarrassed. "I haven't eaten in days." Queen Lora smiled. "We'll get you something to eat right away, Your Majesty. You must take care of yourself." As the queen nodded to one of the servants, Iduna felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew that she was in good hands, and that these people would help her find her way, no matter what lay ahead. The warm sunlight streaming through the windows seemed to symbolize a new beginning, a chance for Iduna to start anew. She smiled, feeling a sense of hope that she hadn't felt in a long time. "Thank you," Iduna said, her voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you for taking me in, for helping me." King Westergard smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're welcome, Your Majesty. We're honored to have you here."