**Chapter 2: The Locals' Discovery**

The villagers led Iduna through the winding streets of their small town, their faces a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Iduna's appearance was disheveled, her brown hair wild and her clothes torn. She looked like a castaway, and the villagers seemed unsure what to make of her. As they walked, Iduna took in her surroundings. The town was small, with wooden buildings and thatched roofs. Smoke drifted from the chimneys, and the sound of voices carried on the wind. The air was thick with the smell of wood smoke and baking bread. The villagers eventually stopped in front of a large wooden building, adorned with intricate carvings. The sign above the door read "King Westergard's Hall". The older woman who had first spoken to Iduna pushed open the door and gestured for her to enter. Inside, the hall was warm and cozy, with a fire crackling in the hearth. King Westergard, a stout man with a bushy beard, sat on a throne-like chair at the far end of the room. He looked up as Iduna entered, and his eyes narrowed. "Ah, a traveler," he said, his voice deep and rich. "And one who's been through a storm, it seems." Iduna nodded, her eyes fixed on the king. She explained her situation, telling him about the storm and Agnarr's death. King Westergard listened intently, his expression growing more serious with each passing moment. When Iduna finished, the king nodded thoughtfully. "I see," he said. "And you say you're from Arendelle?" Iduna nodded. "Yes, I'm Queen Iduna, wife of King Agnarr." The king's eyes widened in surprise. "By the gods," he muttered. "I had no idea. I recognize you now, Your Majesty. I've heard of your...your ice powers." Iduna's eyes narrowed, unsure how much to reveal. But King Westergard's expression was kind and genuinely interested, so she nodded. The king stood up, his movements slow and deliberate. "You must be exhausted, Your Majesty," he said. "I'll have my healer tend to you. You'll need rest and care after what you've been through." Iduna nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards the king. She followed him to a small room off the main hall, where a young healer was waiting with a bowl of warm water and a stack of clean linens. As the healer tended to her wounds, Iduna couldn't help but think of Agnarr. She missed him dearly, and the pain of his loss still felt like an open wound. But she knew she had to be strong, for herself and for her daughters, Elsa and Anna. The healer finished her ministrations and nodded in satisfaction. "You'll be feeling better soon, Your Majesty," she said. Iduna smiled, feeling a sense of hope for the first time since the storm. Maybe, just maybe, she would find a way to reclaim her life here in this small town. King Westergard appeared in the doorway, a look of concern on his face. "Your Majesty," he said. "I hope you're feeling better. I have some news that may interest you. We've had rumors of a shipwreck on our shores, and I suspect it may be the one you were on." Iduna's eyes locked onto the king's, her heart racing with excitement. "Do you know what happened to the others?" she asked. The king's expression turned somber. "I'm afraid we don't. But we'll do our best to find out." Iduna nodded, feeling a sense of determination growing within her. She would find out what happened to Agnarr, and she would make sure that she and her daughters were safe. She was Queen Iduna, after all, and she would not be defeated by a storm or a loss.