**Chapter 1: The Wreck**

The stormy waters of the fjord tossed the ship about like a toy, threatening to splinter it into a thousand pieces. Queen Iduna of Arendelle clung to the rail, her long, golden hair whipping about her face like a madwoman's. She had never seen a tempest so fierce, with waves crashing against the ship's hull and lightning illuminating the darkening sky. The captain's voice rose above the din, shouting orders to the crew as they struggled to keep the ship afloat. Iduna's knuckles were white as she gripped the rail, her mind racing with thoughts of her daughters, Elsa and Anna, and the life they had left behind in Arendelle. But it was too late. A massive wave crashed over the bow, sweeping Iduna off her feet and sending her tumbling across the deck. She landed hard, her head spinning, and when she stumbled to her feet, she saw that the ship was taking on water. The captain's voice was hoarse, shouting for the crew to abandon ship. Iduna stumbled towards the lifeboats, but a massive gust of wind blew her off course, sending her tumbling into the sea. She was underwater, the icy waters closing over her head like a shroud. Iduna kicked and struggled, but it was no use. She was being pulled down, down into the dark, cold depths. And then, suddenly, she was free, floating on her back in the water. Iduna looked up at the sky, seeing the storm clouds boiling above her like a cauldron. She was alive, but she had no idea where she was or how she had gotten there. As she floated, a wave washed over her, carrying her towards the shore. Iduna felt the water recede, and she was left lying on a rocky beach, her body battered and bruised. She lay there, her eyes closed, feeling the waves wash over her feet. She was alive, but she had no idea what the future held. The last thing she remembered was the storm, and the ship... and then, nothing. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in a golden glow, Iduna's eyes fluttered open. She was met with an unfamiliar sight - the rocky shores of a strange land, and the sound of seagulls crying overhead. She tried to sit up, but a wave of pain washed over her, forcing her back onto the sand. Iduna lay there, her eyes closed, waiting for the pain to subside. She had no idea where she was, or what had happened to her ship, or her people... But as she lay there, she knew that she had to keep moving. She had to find help, and shelter. And so, with a Herculean effort, Iduna slowly sat up, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of life.