**Chapter 2: Wreckage and Survival**

The storm had passed, leaving behind a eerie calmness that seemed to suffocate Iduna. She lay on the shore, her body battered and bruised, her mind foggy from the ordeal. As she slowly sat up, she assessed her surroundings. She was on a foreign shore, with no sign of Agnarr or the ship. Panic began to set in as she scrambled to her feet, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of life. The sound of waves gently lapping at the shore and the cries of seagulls filled the air, but there was no sign of human life. Iduna stumbled forward, her legs weak from the wreck. She had to find shelter, food, and water. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the landscape, and Iduna knew she had to find a safe place to spend the night. As she walked, the sand gave way to rocky shores, and Iduna spotted a small village in the distance. Smoke rose from the chimneys, and she could hear the sound of voices carried on the wind. Her heart lifted with hope as she stumbled towards the village. The villagers saw her approaching and immediately stopped what they were doing. They stared at her, their faces a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Iduna, exhausted and bedraggled, tried to convey a sense of peace, but her appearance did little to reassure them. One of the villagers, an older man with a thick beard, stepped forward. "Who are you?" he asked gruffly. Iduna took a deep breath, trying to find her voice. "I... I'm Iduna, Queen of Arendelle," she said, her voice shaking. The villagers exchanged skeptical glances, but the older man nodded. "Come with us," he said. "We'll take you to King Westergaard." Iduna hesitated, unsure of what to expect, but her exhaustion and hunger won out. She followed the villagers, her eyes taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The village was small, with thatched roof cottages and a large castle in the center. The villagers seemed wary of her, but they didn't seem hostile. As they approached the castle, Iduna saw King Westergaard standing on the balcony, his eyes fixed on her. He was a tall, imposing man with a stern expression. Iduna felt a shiver run down her spine as he beckoned her inside. The interior of the castle was cold and dark, with stone walls and narrow corridors. Iduna followed the villagers through the winding passages, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. They eventually arrived at a large throne room, where King Westergaard sat on his throne, his face stern and unyielding. "So, you are the Queen of Arendelle," he said, his voice cold. "I must admit, I am surprised. I had not expected to see you here." Iduna stood tall, her eyes locked on the king, as she awaited her fate. She knew that she was at his mercy, and she had to tread carefully. As she stood there, she couldn't help but think of Agnarr, her trusted advisor who had been with her on the ship. She hoped that he had survived the wreck, but deep down, she knew that she might never see him again. The king's voice brought her back to reality. "We will provide you with food and shelter," he said. "But I must warn you, Queen Iduna, you are not in a position to make demands. You are a guest in our kingdom, and you will have to abide by our rules." Iduna nodded, her eyes never leaving the king's face. She knew that she had to be careful, but she also knew that she had to try to find a way back to her daughters. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenges ahead. Meanwhile, on the other side of the kingdom, a young prince named Hans was struggling with his own demons. He was the 13th prince of the southern isles, and his life had been one of privilege and pain. His brothers, Rudi, Runo, Caleb, and Lars, were all princes, and they had always made Hans feel like an outcast. As Iduna began her journey in the southern isles, Hans was facing his own crisis. His brothers had humiliated him in front of their father, the king, and Hans felt like he was at his breaking point. He wandered the castle gardens, feeling lost and alone, his auburn hair blowing in the wind. Little did Iduna know, her arrival in the southern isles would set off a chain of events that would change Hans's life forever. And as she settled into her new surroundings, she couldn't help but feel a sense of hope that she had not felt in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, she would find a way to help Hans, and in doing so, find a way to heal her own wounds.