**The Fateful Journey**

The sun was setting on the horizon as Iduna, Queen of Arendelle, stood on the deck of the ship, her long brown hair tied back in a low braided bun. She gazed out at the endless expanse of water, her heart filled with a mix of emotions. Beside her, her husband, Agnarr, King of Arendelle, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Their daughters, Elsa and Anna, were busy exploring the ship, their laughter and shouts carrying on the wind. Elsa, who was 16 years old, with her icy powers still growing stronger, was fascinated by the sailors and their skills. Anna, 14 years old and full of energy, was chasing after the ship's cats, trying to catch them. Iduna smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. This journey to Ahtohallan was meant to be a sacred pilgrimage, a chance for her and Agnarr to connect with the ancient magic that flowed through the river. But fate had other plans. A fierce storm began to brew on the horizon, the winds picking up speed and the waves growing choppy. The ship creaked and groaned, struggling to stay afloat. Iduna's grip on the railing tightened as the storm intensified, the rain lashing down and the thunder booming. "Agnarr, we need to get below deck!" she shouted above the din of the storm. But it was too late. A massive wave crashed over the ship, sweeping Iduna off her feet. She felt herself tumbling through the air, her stomach lurching as she struggled to right herself. She managed to grab hold of a piece of debris, a splintered plank from the ship's deck. As she clung to the plank, she was washed overboard, the storm raging around her. She felt the icy water envelop her, threatening to drag her under. But she refused to let go, her fingers white-knuckled as she held on to the plank. The storm raged on for what felt like hours, Iduna battered by the waves and the wind. She was tossed about like a rag doll, her body aching and her head spinning. But she held on, her will to survive driving her forward. Finally, the storm began to subside, the waves losing their fury and the wind dying down. Iduna lay there, her body exhausted, her eyes closing as she drifted on the water. She knew she couldn't stay there forever, but for now, she just floated, her body numb and her mind foggy. As she drifted, she thought of Agnarr and her daughters, hoping they had survived the wreck. But she had no way of knowing, and the thought filled her with a deep sadness. She could only hope that she would find land soon and be able to start anew. The sun was setting once more when Iduna spotted a dark shape on the horizon. She summoned her last ounce of strength and paddled towards it, her body screaming in protest. She was pulled onto the shore, her body washed over and over by the waves. As the waves receded, Iduna lay there, her body battered and bruised, but alive. She had survived the shipwreck, but she had no idea what the future held, or if she would ever see her family again. The thought filled her with a deep sorrow, but she knew she had to keep moving forward, for herself and for her daughters.