**Chapter 2: The Storm**

The dark clouds gathered on the horizon, their thick, grey masses swirling and twisting in every direction. The air was electric with anticipation, and Iduna felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed out at the sea. Beside her, King Agnarr grasped the rail, his eyes fixed on the horizon, his face set in a determined expression. "My love," he said, taking her hand, "I think we should prepare for the worst. This storm looks like it's going to be a fierce one." Iduna nodded, her brown hair whipping in the wind as she secured her coronet braid. She had been so caught up in her determination to reach Ahtohallan that she had barely noticed the changing weather. Now, as the storm began to close in, she felt a growing sense of unease. The wind began to pick up, whipping the waves into a frenzy. The ship creaked and groaned, its wooden hull straining against the force of the gale. Iduna clung to the rail, her knuckles white as the vessel pitched and rolled. Agnarr tried to keep her safe, but even he could not shield her from the fury of the storm. As the tempest raged on, Iduna's thoughts turned to her daughters, Elsa and Anna, and the life they had left behind in Arendelle. She wondered if she would ever see them again, or if she would find the answers she sought on the mystical river. The ship buckled and groaned, and Iduna's grip on the rail tightened as she struggled to stay upright. The storm seemed to stretch on forever, the wind and waves battering them relentlessly. Iduna's ears rang from the cacophony of sound, and her eyes stung from the spray. She was soaked to the bone, her clothes clinging to her shivering frame. Agnarr shouted something in her ear, but she couldn't make out the words. She turned to him, her eyes wide with fear, and saw that he was pointing to a massive wave crashing towards them. The ship buckled and groaned, and Iduna felt herself being torn from the rail. She managed to grab onto a piece of debris, clinging to it as the ship was tossed about like a toy. Agnarr tried to reach for her, but the waves pulled him under. Iduna watched in horror as he struggled to surface, but it was too late. He was gone, lost beneath the waves. The reality of her situation hit Iduna like a ton of bricks. She was alone, adrift in the middle of the ocean, with no sign of land in sight. The shock and grief of losing Agnarr washed over her, and she felt herself slipping under the surface, the debris her only lifeline. As she clung to the wreckage, Iduna's mind reeled with thoughts of her daughters, and the life she would never get to share with Agnarr. She was consumed by a sense of despair, and the vast expanse of the ocean seemed to stretch out before her like an endless grave. But even in her darkest moment, Iduna found a spark of determination within herself. She would survive, for Elsa and Anna's sake, and she would find her way back to them, no matter what the cost. The storm raged on, but Iduna hardly noticed. She was lost in her grief, her body numb and her mind foggy. She clung to the debris, her eyes fixed on the horizon, and waited for the dawn to come. She knew that she had to hold on, for her daughters, and for the future that lay ahead. The thought gave her the strength to keep going, to keep fighting against the odds, and to survive the ordeal that had befallen her.