**Chapter 2: The Wreck**

The storm that had ravaged Iduna's ship had passed, leaving behind a trail of destruction and debris. Iduna lay on the beach, her body battered and bruised, her mind foggy from the ordeal. She slowly sat up, taking stock of her surroundings. The wreckage of her ship littered the shore, a grim reminder of the tragedy that had befallen her. As she struggled to her feet, Iduna's gaze fell upon the lifeless body of her husband, King Agnarr. She stumbled towards him, her heart heavy with grief. She had been so focused on her own survival that she had not even realized he was missing. Iduna knelt beside him, her hands shaking as she touched his face. Agnarr's eyes were closed, a peaceful expression on his features, but Iduna knew he was gone. She felt a wave of sorrow wash over her, and her body began to shake with sobs. Iduna's thoughts were a jumbled mix of emotions as she mourned the loss of her beloved husband. She remembered the day they had set sail, full of hope and determination to uncover the secrets of Ahtohallan. Now, Agnarr was gone, and she was left to face the unknown alone. As she stood up, Iduna's eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of rescue or hope. But there was nothing. She was alone, stranded on a foreign shore with no idea how to get back to Arendelle or her daughters. The sun beat down on her, relentless in its intensity, and Iduna knew she had to find shelter. She stumbled along the beach, searching for any sign of civilization, but there was nothing. The only sound was the crashing of the waves and the cries of seagulls overhead. As the day wore on, Iduna's exhaustion began to catch up with her. She spotted a cluster of trees in the distance and stumbled towards them, her legs aching beneath her. She collapsed onto the soft earth, her body wracked with fatigue. Iduna lay there, her eyes fixed on the sky above, and let the tears flow. She mourned the loss of Agnarr, and the failure of her quest to understand Elsa's powers. But even in her grief, Iduna's spirit refused to give up. She knew she had to keep moving, for her own sake, and for the sake of her daughters. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the landscape, Iduna closed her eyes, her body surrendering to exhaustion. She knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges, but for now, she just let herself rest. The sound of footsteps echoed through the trees, and Iduna's eyes snapped open. She sat up, her heart racing, as a group of locals emerged from the underbrush. They were dressed in simple tunics and leggings, their faces weathered from years of working outdoors. Iduna's instincts told her to be wary, but she stood up, her eyes locked on the leader of the group. He was a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression, but there was something in his eyes that suggested he might be willing to help. "Who are you?" Iduna asked, her voice firm despite her exhaustion. The man hesitated, his eyes scanning her face before responding. "We are the people of the southern isles," he said. "And you, queen, are a long way from home."