**A New Life**

Queen Iduna sat in the grand hall of the palace, surrounded by the warmth and laughter of her family. Her brown hair was done up in a coronet braid, a testament to her royal status. She watched as her daughters, Elsa and Anna, played with their friends, their joy infectious. Her husband, King Agnarr, had passed away a few months prior in a tragic shipwreck while traveling to Ahtohallan. Iduna still felt the ache of his loss, but she was determined to move forward for the sake of her daughters. As she sat there, a servant entered the hall, bowing low. "Your Majesty, a young boy has arrived in Arendelle. He claims to be Prince Hans, and he is requesting an audience with you." Iduna's eyes narrowed. Prince Hans, the man who had tried to take over Arendelle during the eternal winter, was now a five-year-old. A strange and wondrous thing had happened to him - he had been permanently deaged. She had heard rumors that he had been sent to Arendelle by his brother, Lars, who sought a better life for him. The servant continued, "He was found by a fishing boat a few days after the shipwreck that took King Agnarr's life. He was washed up on the shore, alone and adrift." Iduna's heart went out to the young boy. She remembered the pain and loss she had felt when Agnarr's ship went down, and she couldn't help but wonder what had brought Hans to her doorstep. As the servant led Hans into the hall, Iduna's eyes met his. He was a small, tousled-haired boy with a mop of Auburn hair and a mischievous glint in his eye. He looked up at her with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. "Hello, young Hans," Iduna said, her voice warm. "I am Queen Iduna. It's a pleasure to meet you." Hans looked around the hall, taking in the grandeur of the palace. "I want to play," he said, tugging on his pant leg. Iduna smiled. "I'm sure you do. But first, let's get you settled and fed. You must be hungry." As the servants led Hans away, Iduna couldn't help but notice the look of longing on his face. He seemed to be searching for something, or someone. A few hours later, Iduna sat in the nursery, watching as Hans played with Elsa and Anna. He was a lively child, full of energy and curiosity. But as the afternoon wore on, Iduna began to notice that Hans was getting into mischief. He had found a candle and was playing with the flame, his eyes shining with excitement. " Hans, no!" Iduna cried, rushing over to grab him. "You mustn't play with fire!" But Hans didn't listen. He kept playing, his fingers inches from the flame. Iduna's patience snapped, and she spanked him gently but firmly on the behind. "Ow!" Hans cried, looking up at her with tears in his eyes. Iduna sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry, Hans. But you must listen to me. Fire is not a toy." As she hugged him tightly, Iduna felt a strange sense of maternal instinct wash over her. She realized that she was going to have to be careful with this young boy, to guide him and teach him the ways of the world. And as she looked into his eyes, she knew that she was ready to take on the challenge. For the first time since Agnarr's passing, Iduna felt a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this strange and unexpected turn of events was exactly what she and her daughters needed. A new life, a new beginning, and a chance to heal and move forward.