**Chapter 3: The Journey to Westgard Castle**

The thatched roof of Elara's cottage seemed to fade into the background as Iduna's mind wandered to the mysterious figure of King Westergard. She had heard stories about his wisdom and kindness, but she had never met him. What did he want with her? And why had Elara sent word to him about her presence in the Southern Isles? As she pondered these questions, Iduna noticed Elara busily preparing a meal in the kitchen area of the cottage. The aroma of roasting meat wafted through the air, making her stomach growl with hunger. Elara smiled and handed her a steaming bowl of stew. "Eat, Your Majesty," she said. "You need to regain your strength." Iduna nodded, taking a bite of the stew. The flavors danced on her tongue, and she felt a surge of energy flow through her body. As she ate, she noticed a group of men gathered outside the cottage, speaking in hushed tones. They glanced at her occasionally, their faces filled with curiosity. Elara followed her gaze. "They're the king's guards," she explained. "They've come to take you to Westgard Castle." Iduna's heart skipped a beat as she finished her meal. She felt a mix of emotions: excitement, fear, and uncertainty. What would King Westergard be like? Would he be able to help her get back to Arendelle? As she stood up, Elara handed her a simple but clean dress. "Put this on, Your Majesty," she said. "The king's guards are waiting for you." Iduna changed into the dress, feeling a sense of trepidation. She had no idea what lay ahead, but she was determined to face it with courage. As she emerged from the cottage, the guards bowed low. "Your Majesty," one of them said, offering her his arm. "Please, come with us." Iduna took his arm, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She was leaving Elara's cottage behind, but she was also one step closer to finding out what had happened to her ship and her people. As they walked through the rolling hills and verdant forests of the Southern Isles, Iduna marveled at the beauty of her surroundings. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the scent of blooming wildflowers. The guards led her to a magnificent castle, with towers and turrets that seemed to touch the sky. Iduna's heart swelled with wonder as they approached the entrance. A liveried servant greeted them, bowing low. "Welcome, Your Majesty," he said. "King Westergard awaits you." Iduna took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. She was about to meet the ruler of the Southern Isles, and she had no idea what to expect. But she was ready, her brown braided hair done up in a bun, her heart full of hope and determination. As they entered the castle, Iduna caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror. Her eyes looked tired, but her spirit seemed unbroken. She smiled, feeling a sense of resolve wash over her. She would face whatever challenges lay ahead, armed with her courage and her wits.