## Chapter 2: Wreckage and Woe

The vast expanse of the ocean had claimed the ship, and now Iduna found herself alone on a foreign shore. She lay there, her body battered and bruised, her heart heavy with grief. The sun beat down on her, warming her chilled skin as she slowly came to terms with her situation. Agnarr was gone, and she was left to face the unknown alone. As she struggled to sit up, a sharp pain shot through her head, and she fell back onto the sand. Iduna closed her eyes, letting the waves wash over her, and tried to gather her thoughts. She remembered the storm, the shipwreck, and Agnarr's absence. The grief and pain threatened to overwhelm her, but she pushed them back, focusing on her immediate surroundings. The shore was littered with debris from the ship, and Iduna spotted a few pieces of wreckage scattered about. She saw some fishermen approaching her, their faces a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Iduna tried to stand up, but her legs wobbled beneath her, and she had to hold onto a nearby rock for support. The fishermen reached her and began to speak in a language she didn't understand. Iduna shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs, and held up her hands in a calming gesture. One of the fishermen, an older man with a kind face, stepped forward and took her hand. He spoke slowly and deliberately, trying to communicate with her. Iduna's eyes widened as she understood that they were taking her to their king. She nodded, still trying to process her situation, and allowed them to lead her away from the shore. As they walked, Iduna caught glimpses of the southern isles. The landscape was rugged and unforgiving, with rocky cliffs and sparse vegetation. She saw people working in the fields, their faces pinched with hardship. Iduna's heart went out to them; she knew what it was like to struggle. After what felt like hours, they arrived at the king's castle. Iduna was led through the gates and into the great hall, where King Westergaard sat on his throne. He was a large man with a cruel face and a cold gaze. "So, you're the one," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "What brings you to my shores?" Iduna stood tall, trying to hide her fear. "I...I'm the queen of Arendelle," she said, her voice shaking. King Westergaard raised an eyebrow. "The queen of Arendelle? I wasn't aware that Arendelle had a queen." Iduna took a deep breath and explained her situation, leaving out no details. King Westergaard listened intently, his expression unreadable. When she finished, he nodded thoughtfully. "I see. Well, you're welcome to stay here for a while. We'll take care of you." Iduna's instincts screamed at her to be cautious, but she was exhausted and grateful for the offer. She nodded, and King Westergaard gestured to one of his guards. "Take her to a room and make sure she's comfortable. We'll talk more later." The guard led Iduna away, and she found herself in a small but clean room. She collapsed onto the bed, feeling a mix of relief and trepidation. She knew that she had to be careful, that King Westergaard was not a man to be trifled with. But for now, she was safe, and that was all that mattered. As she lay there, Iduna couldn't help but think of Elsa and Anna, and the journey that lay ahead of her. She would have to be strong, for their sake, if not for her own. The thought gave her the courage to face whatever challenges lay ahead, and she drifted off to sleep, her heart heavy with grief but her spirit unbroken.