Adrift

Iduna floated on the debris, her body aching and her mind numb. She had been at sea for what felt like an eternity, and she was starting to lose hope. The sun beat down on her, relentless in its intensity, and she could feel her skin burning beneath her brown hair, which was still tied up in a coronet braid, a testament to her royal heritage. She had managed to keep it relatively intact, despite the ordeal she had endured. As she lay there, Iduna couldn't help but think about her life. She thought about her family, her daughters Elsa and Anna, and her husband Agnarr. She wondered what they were doing, if they were thinking of her. She hoped they were safe, that they were far away from the storm that had ravaged the sea. Iduna's thoughts turned to her regrets. She had always been a dutiful queen, putting the needs of her kingdom above her own. But had she been a good mother? Had she been there for her daughters when they needed her? She thought about all the times she had put her royal duties above her family's needs, all the times she had missed out on precious moments with Elsa and Anna. As the sun began to set, Iduna felt a sense of despair wash over her. She was alone, adrift in the sea, with no sign of rescue in sight. She thought about all the things she would never get to do, all the things she would never get to experience. She thought about her daughters, growing up without her. The thought of Elsa's coronation as the Queen of Arendelle, which had taken place recently, brought a mix of emotions - pride and sadness. But as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Iduna felt a sense of determination wash over her. She would survive, no matter what. She would make it back to Arendelle, and she would be reunited with her family. She would be a mother to her daughters again, and she would make up for lost time. As she drifted in and out of consciousness, Iduna's thoughts turned to her daughters' current situation. She wondered how they were coping with the aftermath of Elsa's coronation, and how they were dealing with the presence of Prince Hans, who had recently been a part of their lives. Iduna's heart ached at the thought of her daughters being manipulated by someone with ulterior motives. The sea churned and foamed around her, but Iduna held fast to the debris, her fingers numb and aching. She was exhausted, but she refused to give up. She thought about all the things she still had to do, all the things she still had to experience. She thought about her daughters, and the life they would build together when she finally returned. As the night wore on, Iduna's body began to ache even more. She was thirsty and hungry, and her skin felt parched and tight. But she refused to give up. She thought of Elsa and Anna, of Agnarr and her people. She thought of all the things she still had to do, all the things she still had to experience. And with that thought, Iduna found the strength to keep going. She would survive, no matter what. She would make it back to Arendelle, and she would be reunited with her family. The sea might have taken her down, but it would not take her away from those she loved. Not yet, at least. As the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, Iduna spotted something on the horizon. She squinted, trying to make out what it was. It was a speck, small and indistinct, but it was something. Iduna's heart leapt with hope as she realized that she might not be alone after all. She might be rescued, and she might finally get to go home.