**Chapter 2: Survival**

The biting wind whipped through Iduna's brown hair, which was neatly secured in a coronet braid, as she clung to a piece of debris, her eyes fixed on the horizon. The storm that had ravaged her ship had finally begun to subside, leaving her exhausted and battered. She lay there, her body aching from the relentless pounding of the sea, her mind foggy from the ordeal. As the sun's warm rays on her face roused Iduna from her torpor, she groggily opened her eyes to find herself washed up on a sandy beach, the remnants of the ship scattered along the shoreline. She lay there, assessing her situation, taking stock of her injuries. She was bruised and sore, but she seemed to have escaped any serious harm. With a Herculean effort, Iduna hauled herself to her feet, her gaze scanning the horizon for any sign of civilization. The coastline stretched out before her, a seemingly endless expanse of rocky shores and sandy beaches. She knew she had to find help, and fast, or risk succumbing to her injuries. As she stumbled along the beach, Iduna spotted a cluster of buildings in the distance. Smoke drifted lazily into the air, carrying the scent of cooking fires and baking bread. With a surge of hope, Iduna quickened her pace, her heart beating with excitement. She knew not what lay ahead, but she was determined to find refuge and safety in this strange, new world. The buildings grew larger, and Iduna saw that they were part of a small village. She stumbled towards the center of the village, her legs shaking beneath her. As she entered the village, she saw people going about their daily business, seemingly unaware of her presence. Iduna's eyes scanned the village, searching for someone to turn to for help. She spotted a group of villagers gathered near the center of the village, and she made her way towards them. As she approached, they turned to face her, their expressions a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Iduna stood tall, her royal bearing evident despite her disheveled appearance. "Please," Iduna said, her voice weak but determined. "I need help. I'm...I'm the Queen of Arendelle." The villagers exchanged skeptical glances, but one of them stepped forward, a kind-eyed old man with a warm smile. "You're a long way from home, Your Majesty," he said, his voice gentle. "We'll take you in, and tend to your wounds. You're safe now." Iduna's eyes welled up with tears as she nodded, her gratitude palpable. The villagers led her to a small cottage on the outskirts of the village, where a warm fire crackled in the hearth. Iduna collapsed onto a nearby pallet, her body exhausted from the ordeal. As she drifted off to sleep, Iduna knew that she had survived the shipwreck, but her journey was far from over. She had to find a way to recover, to regroup, and to rediscover her purpose in this strange, new world. The villagers would help her, she was sure, but she also knew that she had to be strong, for herself and for her daughters, Elsa and Anna, back in Arendelle. The next few days passed in a blur as Iduna recovered from her ordeal. The villagers tended to her wounds, fed her nourishing food, and provided her with warm clothing. Slowly but surely, Iduna began to regain her strength, her body and mind healing from the trauma of the shipwreck. As she sat by the fire one evening, Iduna noticed an elderly woman watching her with a curious expression. The woman approached Iduna, a gentle smile on her face. "You're a long way from home, aren't you, Your Majesty?" the woman said, her voice soft. Iduna nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. "I was on my way to Ahtohallan," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to understand Elsa's powers, to help her control them." The elderly woman nodded sympathetically. "I see," she said. "Well, you're safe now. But I fear that your journey is far from over." Iduna looked at her, her eyes searching for answers. "What do you mean?" she asked. The elderly woman hesitated before speaking. "You'll learn soon enough, Your Majesty. But for now, rest and recover. You'll need your strength for what's to come."