The Shipwreck

The stormy sea churned and foamed, tossing the ship about like a toy. Iduna, Queen of Arendelle, clung to the wooden railing, her knuckles white with fear. She had been on her way to a diplomatic meeting with a neighboring kingdom, accompanied by her loyal subjects and guards. But now, it seemed that none of that mattered. The ship creaked and groaned, taking on water at an alarming rate. "Your Majesty, we must abandon ship!" cried one of the guards, his voice barely audible over the howling wind. Iduna's eyes scanned the chaos around her. People were scrambling to save themselves, grabbing onto debris and leaping into the water. She spotted one of her guards, a burly man named Kristoff, trying to help a group of servants escape. With a surge of adrenaline, Iduna pushed her way through the crowd and grabbed onto a piece of wooden wreckage. The sea crashed against her, threatening to pull her under, but she held fast, her fingers numb and aching. As the ship went down, Iduna was separated from her people. She was alone, clinging to the debris as the waves tossed her about. She closed her eyes, praying that she would survive. The darkness was almost complete, punctuated only by the occasional flash of lightning. Iduna's ears rang from the sound of the waves, and her body ached from the relentless pounding. She was exhausted, but she refused to give up. As the storm slowly began to subside, Iduna opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by an endless expanse of water. The sun beat down on her, making her skin feel hot and dry. She was adrift, with no sign of land in sight. With a Herculean effort, Iduna hauled herself onto the piece of debris, lying down to rest. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts, but one thing was clear: she had to survive. She had to make it back to her family, to her daughters Elsa and Anna. As she drifted in and out of consciousness, Iduna's thoughts turned to her family. Her husband, Agnarr, would be worried sick about her. And her daughters... oh, her precious daughters. She hoped they were safe, that they were thinking of her. The sun beat down on Iduna, relentless in its intensity. She knew she had to conserve her energy, to wait for rescue or for the sea to deposit her on a nearby shore. But for now, she simply lay there, clinging to the debris and fighting to stay alive. As the hours ticked by, Iduna's body began to ache even more. She was thirsty and hungry, and her skin felt parched and tight. But she refused to give up. She thought of Elsa and Anna, of Agnarr and her people. She thought of all the things she still had to do, all the things she still had to experience. And with that thought, Iduna found the strength to keep going. She would survive, no matter what. She would make it back to Arendelle, and she would be reunited with her family. The sea might have taken her down, but it would not take her away from those she loved. Not yet, at least.