**Chapter 1: The Fateful Voyage**

The moon cast its silvery glow on the turbulent waters as the ship navigated through the treacherous storm. Iduna, Queen of Arendelle, stood at the bow, her long, golden hair whipping wildly in the wind. She clutched the railing tightly, her eyes fixed on the horizon as she prayed for the storm to pass. Beside her, King Agnarr, her husband, grasped her hand, his expression grim but reassuring. The ship creaked and groaned, its wooden hull straining against the force of the waves. Iduna felt a jolt of fear as a massive wave crashed over the bow, threatening to engulf them. She screamed as the ship lurched violently, and she stumbled against Agnarr. "Agnarr!" she cried out, her voice lost in the howling wind. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as the ship bucked and twisted. "We'll ride it out, my love," he shouted above the storm. "We'll make it to Ahtohallan." But it was not to be. A deafening crack split the air as the ship splintered and broke apart. Iduna felt herself torn from Agnarr's grasp, sent tumbling through the water. She struggled to surface, her lungs burning, her head spinning. When she finally broke through the waves, she gasped for air, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of Agnarr. But he was gone, lost beneath the surface. Iduna's heart shattered into a million pieces as she realized she was alone. She clung to a piece of wreckage, her body battered and bruised, her mind reeling with grief. The storm raged on, but she hardly noticed, her thoughts consumed by the loss of her beloved Agnarr. As the night wore on, the tempest slowly began to subside, leaving Iduna exhausted, injured, and adrift. She clung to the wreckage, her body numb, her spirit crushed. The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a pale glow over the water. Iduna spotted a dark shape on the horizon – the shore of a distant land. With a surge of hope, she kicked and paddled towards the shore, her body screaming in protest. Finally, she stumbled onto the beach, her legs buckling beneath her. Iduna collapsed onto the sand, her body wracked with sobs as she mourned the loss of Agnarr and the life they had built together. As she lay there, she felt the warmth of the sun on her face, and the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore. She knew she had to keep moving, to find help and safety in this strange new land. But for now, she allowed herself to grieve, to weep for the husband she loved, and the future they would never have.