**Chapter 5: News of the Shipwreck**

The fishing boat's hull creaked and groaned as it rode the waves, its wooden slats worn smooth by years of exposure to the salty sea air. Iduna lay on the deck, her body wrapped in a thick woolen blanket, its softness a gentle comfort against the rough wooden planks beneath her. The fishermen had given her a warm meal, and she had eaten it gratefully, feeling a little strength return to her limbs. As she looked around at the faces of her rescuers, Iduna felt a sense of gratitude wash over her. They were rough-looking men, with weathered skin and tired eyes that seemed to hold a deep understanding of the sea and its moods. But their expressions were kind, their eyes filled with a deep sympathy for her loss. One of them, a burly man with a thick beard and a gentle voice, sat beside her, his eyes never leaving hers. "What's your name, lass?" he asked, his voice low and soothing, like the lapping of the waves against the hull of the boat. Iduna hesitated for a moment, her mind still reeling from the events of the past few hours. "I...I'm Iduna," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Queen Iduna of Arendelle." The fishermen exchanged surprised glances, their faces reflecting their shock. "Arendelle?" one of them repeated, his voice filled with awe. "The queen?" Iduna nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat as she struggled to hold back tears. She had been so caught up in her own grief that she hadn't thought about the implications of her situation. As the queen, she was used to being recognized and respected. But here, on this small fishing boat, she was just a survivor, a woman who had lost her husband and was desperate to get back to her daughters. The burly man nodded sympathetically, his eyes filled with a deep understanding. "We'll get you back to Arendelle, Your Majesty," he said, his voice filled with a quiet determination. "But first, you need to rest. You've been through a terrible ordeal." As Iduna rested, one of the fishermen went below deck to listen to the radio. He returned with a somber expression, his eyes cast downward. "We've got news, Your Majesty," he said, his voice low and serious. "There's been a report of a shipwreck off the coast of Arendelle. The king...he was on that ship, wasn't he?" Iduna's heart sank, and she felt a wave of grief wash over her. She nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. "Yes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The king...Agnarr...he was with me. And Elsa and Anna...they were on their way to join us." The fishermen's faces were somber, their eyes filled with sympathy. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty," the burly man said, his voice gentle. "We're all sorry. We'll get you back to Arendelle as soon as we can." Iduna nodded, feeling a sense of determination wash over her. She was going to make it back to her daughters, to Elsa and Anna. She was going to comfort them, and help them through this terrible time. She was going to be strong for them, just as she had always been. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the sea, Iduna stood up, her eyes fixed on the horizon. She felt a sense of hope, a sense of purpose. She was going to get through this, she was going to survive. And she was going to make sure that her daughters were safe, and happy, and loved.