The Journey Begins

The sun was setting over the horizon as Queen Iduna stood at the prow of the ship, her brown hair done up in a coronet braid, whipping in the wind. Beside her, King Agnarr grasped the rail, his eyes fixed on the endless expanse of water. They were bound for Ahtohallan, the mystical river that flowed through the heart of Arendelle, in search of answers about Elsa's powers. Iduna felt a thrill of excitement mixed with trepidation. She had always been drawn to the unknown, and the secrets of Ahtohallan were said to be hidden deep within its icy depths. Agnarr, ever the steady one, seemed calm and resolute, but she could sense the tension in his shoulders. As the ship navigated through the choppy waters, Iduna felt a growing sense of unease. The crew was seasoned, but even they seemed wary of the storm brewing on the horizon. The wind was picking up, and the waves were growing steeper and more menacing by the minute. "Agnarr," she said, turning to her husband, "perhaps we should consider altering our course?" He shook his head, his eyes locked on the storm. "We can't afford to delay, Iduna. We need to reach Ahtohallan before the winter sets in." Iduna nodded, though she felt a shiver run down her spine. She trusted Agnarr's judgment, but she couldn't shake the feeling that they were sailing into danger. As the storm intensified, the ship was battered by strong winds and massive waves. Iduna clung to the rail, her knuckles white with fear, as Agnarr wrapped his arms around her. The crew was shouting, struggling to keep the ship afloat, but Iduna couldn't hear their words over the roar of the storm. The ship creaked and groaned, taking on water at an alarming rate. Iduna felt a jolt of terror as a massive wave crashed over the bow, sweeping her off her feet. She was tumbling through the air, her stomach lurching, when she landed hard on the deck. As she struggled to her feet, Iduna saw Agnarr standing a few feet away, his eyes locked on hers. But before she could reach him, a massive wave crashed down, separating them. Iduna felt herself being pulled away, her hands grasping for Agnarr, but he was gone, lost in the churning waters. The storm raged on, tossing Iduna about like a rag doll. She managed to grab onto a piece of debris, clinging to it as the waves pulled her away from the wreckage. She was alone, adrift in the icy waters, with no sign of Agnarr or the ship. As the storm slowly began to subside, Iduna clung to her makeshift liferaft, her body numb with cold and shock. She was exhausted, her eyes heavy with tears, but she refused to give up. She had to survive, for Elsa and Anna's sake, and for Agnarr... though she couldn't shake the feeling that she might be too late. The sun was setting once more, casting a golden glow over the water. Iduna spotted a fishing boat on the horizon, its sails billowing in the breeze. With a surge of hope, she flagged down the sailors, her voice hoarse from shouting. To her relief, the boat altered course, heading straight for her. Iduna closed her eyes, letting out a sob of exhaustion and grief. She was alive, but Agnarr... Agnarr was gone.