**The Fateful Voyage**

The dark waters of the fjord churned and foamed as Queen Iduna stood at the helm of her ship, her brown hair whipping about her face in the biting wind. She gazed out at the horizon, her eyes fixed on the shimmering mist that veiled Ahtohallan, the mystical river said to hold the secrets of the past. Determined to find a solution to Elsa's eternal winter, Iduna had set sail on this perilous journey, braving the treacherous seas alone. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the waves, a fierce storm began to brew. The winds howled and the ship creaked, its wooden hull groaning under the force of the gale. Iduna clung to the wheel, her knuckles white with tension, as the vessel bucked and pitched. A massive wave crashed over the bow, sweeping Iduna off her feet. She felt herself tumbling through the air, her stomach lurching as she plunged into the icy waters. The shock of the impact took her breath away, and she sank beneath the surface, her body battered by the turbulent sea. Somehow, Iduna managed to cling to life, her consciousness flickering like a candle flame in the darkness. She felt herself being tossed about, her body bruised and battered, until finally, she was washed up on a rocky shore. As she lay there, her vision blurry, Iduna saw the twisted wreckage of her ship, the mast splintered and broken. She closed her eyes, her body aching all over, and let the darkness claim her. When Iduna came to, she was lying on a soft pallet, surrounded by the thatched roofs of a small village. A kindly face peered down at her, and she saw a stout woman with a warm smile and a gentle touch. "Velkomin, Queen Iduna," the woman said, her voice soothing. "You've been washed up on our shores, injured and half-frozen. We've brought you to our healer, who has tended to your wounds." Iduna tried to speak, but her voice was hoarse and barely audible. The woman, who introduced herself as Gudrun, the local healer, handed her a cup of warm broth, which Iduna sipped gratefully. As she recovered, Iduna's thoughts turned to her daughters, Elsa and Anna, and the desperation that had driven her to seek out Ahtohallan's secrets. She knew she had to find a way back to Arendelle, but for now, she was at the mercy of these strangers. Gudrun noticed Iduna's gaze and smiled. "Don't worry, Queen Iduna. You are safe here. Our queen, Maren, will want to meet you. She will decide what to do with you next." Iduna nodded, her eyes drifting shut as exhaustion claimed her once more. She knew that her journey was far from over, and that the fate of Arendelle hung in the balance. But for now, she rested, her body healing, her spirit unbroken.