**The Fateful Voyage**

The stormy seas tossed the small ship about like a toy, threatening to capsize it at any moment. Iduna, Queen of Arendelle, clung to the wooden railing, her knuckles white with fear. Beside her, her husband Agnarr stood tall, his eyes fixed on the horizon. He had insisted on making the journey to Ahtohallan, to seek the wisdom of the ancient river. Iduna had been hesitant, but she had ultimately agreed to accompany him. As the ship rode the waves, Iduna could feel the weight of her responsibilities bearing down on her. She was the queen, and she had to ensure the safety of her people. But Agnarr had been adamant that he must make this journey, and she had reluctantly agreed to support him. The winds howled and the waves crashed against the ship, making it difficult for Iduna and Agnarr to stay upright. Iduna screamed as a massive wave crashed over the bow, threatening to sweep them overboard. She felt a jolt of fear as she was separated from Agnarr, and she frantically searched for him. But it was too late. A massive wave crashed down on the ship, snapping the mast and splintering the wood. Iduna felt herself tumbling through the air, her world spinning out of control. She landed with a thud on the sandy beach, her head spinning. When she came to, she was lying on a sandy beach, her head throbbing with pain. She sat up, looking around in confusion. The ship was gone, wrecked on the rocks. She stumbled to her feet, calling out for Agnarr. But there was no answer. Iduna stumbled along the beach, searching for any sign of her husband. She called out his name, but the only response was the wind and the waves. She stumbled and fell, her body aching from the ordeal. As she lay there, she saw a figure approaching her. It was a young man, with a kind face and a concerned expression. He knelt beside her, speaking in a language she didn't understand. Iduna shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. The young man tried again, this time in broken Arendellean. "Are you hurt, woman? Can you walk?" Iduna nodded, still trying to process what had happened. The young man helped her to her feet, and she leaned on him for support. They walked in silence, Iduna trying to take in her surroundings. As they walked, Iduna noticed that the young man was dressed in simple but clean clothing. He seemed to be a local, and she wondered where they were. The young man seemed to sense her question, and he gestured to the surrounding landscape. "We are in the Southern Isles," he said. "You are safe now. But I must take you to my king. He will want to know about you." Iduna nodded, still trying to process everything that had happened. She had survived the shipwreck, but Agnarr was gone. She felt a pang of grief, but she knew she had to keep moving. The young man led her to a nearby village, where a group of people were waiting. They seemed to be a rough-looking bunch, but they seemed kind and concerned. They took Iduna to a nearby hut, where they gave her food and water. As she ate and drank, Iduna couldn't help but think of Agnarr. She wondered what had happened to him, and whether he had survived. But as she looked around at the people who had taken her in, she felt a sense of gratitude. They had saved her, and they seemed to be genuinely concerned for her well-being. The young man who had found her came back to the hut, and he spoke to her again. "My king wants to see you," he said. "He will be able to help you." Iduna nodded, feeling a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, she would find a way to rebuild her life here. And maybe, just maybe, she would find a way to honor Agnarr's memory. The young man led her to the king's palace, where Iduna was greeted by a stern-looking man with a thick beard. He looked at her with a piercing gaze, and Iduna felt a sense of trepidation. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice deep and commanding. Iduna took a deep breath, trying to find her voice. "I am Iduna, Queen of Arendelle," she said, her voice steady. The king's expression changed, and he looked at her with surprise. "You are the queen?" he repeated. "I had not expected that." Iduna nodded, feeling a sense of pride. "I am," she said. "And I am grateful for your hospitality." The king nodded, a small smile on his face. "You are welcome, Queen Iduna," he said. "We will do our best to help you."