**Chapter 7: The Agnarr's Legacy**

As Iduna sat in the grand hall of the palace, surrounded by the opulent decorations and the gentle hum of conversation from the servants, she couldn't help but think of her husband, Agnarr. She had been recovering for several days now, and King Westergaard had been kind enough to allow her to rest and recuperate in the palace. The warm sunlight streaming through the windows highlighted the intricate carvings on the furniture, and the beautiful tapestries that hung on the walls seemed to come alive in the flickering light. Iduna's brown hair, worn up in a coronet braid, was a comforting presence, a reminder of her royal heritage. King Westergaard, seated across from her, noticed the far-off look in her eyes and nodded sympathetically. "You miss him, don't you?" he asked, his deep voice low and gentle. Iduna nodded, a small smile on her lips. "I do," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Agnarr was a good king, and a loving father to our daughters, Elsa and Anna." King Westergaard leaned forward, his eyes interested. "Tell me more about them," he said, his voice filled with curiosity. Iduna's eyes lit up, and she began to speak of her daughters, of their laughter and their tears, of their struggles and their triumphs. She spoke of Elsa's powers, and of Anna's determination and spirit. As she spoke, the room seemed to fade away, and Iduna was transported back to Arendelle, to the happy times with her family. The king listened intently, his face a picture of fascination. He asked questions, and Iduna answered, happy to share stories of her beloved husband and daughters. As the afternoon wore on, Iduna found herself feeling more and more at ease in the palace. She was grateful to King Westergaard for his kindness, and for allowing her to rest and recover in his care. But even as she felt a sense of gratitude, Iduna couldn't shake the feeling that she was a long way from home. She missed the familiar streets of Arendelle, and the sound of the sea crashing against the shore. She missed Elsa and Anna, and the warmth of their hugs. The king seemed to sense her melancholy, and he nodded sympathetically. "You will always carry Arendelle with you, Iduna," he said. "And I hope that one day, you will be reunited with your daughters." Iduna smiled, feeling a sense of hope. She knew that she would get through this, and that she would find a way to get back to Elsa and Anna. As she left the grand hall, Iduna felt a sense of peace, and a sense of purpose. She would face whatever challenges lay ahead, and she would do everything in her power to protect her daughters and her kingdom. The Agnarr's legacy lived on, not just in the stories of his reign, but in the hearts of his family, and in the memories of those who had known him. Iduna knew that she would carry his memory with her always, and that she would strive to make him proud. In the silence of her chambers that night, Iduna's thoughts turned to her daughters, and the life they had left behind. She knew that she would have to find a way to protect them, and to keep them safe from those who would seek to harm them. The thought was a heavy burden, but Iduna was determined to do whatever it took to keep her family safe.