**Chapter 2: Wreckage and Rescue**

The biting wind howled through the desolate landscape as Iduna slowly opened her eyes, groggily taking in her surroundings. She was met with an unfamiliar sight - a small beach, lined with large rocks and pebbles, and a few wooden buildings in the distance. The remnants of a shipwreck littered the shore, a grim reminder of the storm that had ravaged her vessel. Iduna's memories came flooding back as she stumbled to her feet, her head pounding and her body aching all over. As she assessed her situation, Iduna realized she was alone, with no sign of her crew or the ship. Panic began to set in as she thought of her kingdom, her people, and her family. She took a few tentative steps forward, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of rescue. The cold air stung her face, and she wrapped her arms around herself, shivering. She knew she had to find shelter and warmth, and fast. Just as Iduna was starting to lose hope, she saw a group of figures approaching her. They were locals, dressed in warm clothing and carrying fishing nets. They rushed to her side, helping her to her feet and speaking softly to reassure her. One of the locals, a kind-eyed fisherman, wrapped a warm cloak around her shoulders. His rugged face creased with concern as he asked, "Are ye okay, lass? Ye're a long way from home, aren't ye?" Iduna smiled weakly, grateful for their kindness. "I...I'm the queen of Arendelle," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The fisherman's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. "Well, Your Majesty, we'll get ye to our village, and our healer will tend to ye. Ye can tell us more about yerself there." As they led her away from the wreckage and the frozen shores, Iduna couldn't shake the feeling that her fate was about to take a dramatic turn. The villagers, though poor and simple, showed her kindness and respect, offering her food and warmth. Iduna gratefully accepted their hospitality, her body and mind weary from the ordeal. The village was small, with only a few houses and a large hall at its center. The fisherman, whose name was Erik, took Iduna to the hall, where a fire crackled in the hearth. The healer, a kind old woman named Gorm, tended to Iduna's wounds, and Erik offered her a warm meal of fish and bread. Iduna devoured the food, savoring the taste and warmth it brought to her chilled body. As she ate, Iduna couldn't help but think of her family and her kingdom. She wondered if they were searching for her, and if they would ever find her. The thought of Elsa and Anna, her daughters, filled her with a deep longing. She hoped they were safe and happy in Arendelle. After finishing her meal, Iduna felt a sense of exhaustion wash over her. Gorm, noticing her fatigue, led her to a small room with a warm bed. Iduna collapsed onto the bed, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. As she drifted off to sleep, she knew that she was in good hands, and that the villagers would help her find a way back home. The next morning, Iduna woke up feeling refreshed and more at ease. She realized that she had to find a way to communicate with her kingdom, and to let them know that she was alive. But for now, she was grateful for the kindness of the villagers, and the warmth of their fire. Little did she know that her stay in the village would be short-lived, and that her fate would soon be intertwined with that of the Westergaard family.