**Chapter 4: Adrift**

Iduna clung to the debris, her body numb with cold and shock. The storm had finally begun to subside, leaving behind an eerie calm. She was exhausted, her eyes heavy with tears, but she refused to give up. She had to survive, for Elsa and Anna's sake, and for Agnarr... though she couldn't shake the feeling that she might be too late. As she floated on the debris, Iduna's mind replayed the events of the shipwreck. She remembered the sound of the waves crashing against the ship, the feeling of being swept off her feet, and the terror in Agnarr's eyes as they were separated. She called out his name, her voice hoarse from shouting, but there was no response. The sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the water. Iduna spotted a fishing boat on the horizon, its sails billowing in the breeze. With a surge of hope, she flagged down the sailors, her voice weak but determined. As the boat drew closer, Iduna saw the faces of the sailors, etched with concern and curiosity. They threw her a lifeline, and Iduna grabbed onto it, letting them pull her aboard. The sailors wrapped her in a blanket, offering her hot tea and words of comfort. Iduna sipped the tea, feeling a warmth spread through her chilled bones. She looked out at the sea, her eyes searching for any sign of Agnarr or the ship, but there was nothing. Only the endless expanse of water, and the faint memory of the man she loved. The sailors told her that they had seen no signs of the ship or its passengers. Iduna's heart sank, and she felt a sob well up in her throat. She had survived, but Agnarr... Agnarr was gone. She thought back to the moments before the shipwreck, when Agnarr had wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She remembered the feel of his warm breath on her skin, the sound of his voice in her ear. Iduna's eyes welled up with tears as she realized that she might never see him again. As the boat headed back to shore, Iduna wrapped her arms around herself, feeling a sense of loss and grief wash over her. Her brown hair, done up in a coronet braid, was now disheveled and wet, but she didn't care. She was alive, but her world had been shattered. The thought of facing Elsa and Anna, of telling them that their father was gone... Iduna felt a shiver run down her spine, and she knew that she had a long and difficult road ahead of her. The sailors tried to comfort her, offering words of condolence and support. Iduna appreciated their kindness, but she couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that had settled in her chest. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Iduna saw the outline of the Arendelle coastline. She felt a pang of sadness, knowing that she would have to face her daughters soon. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the task ahead. The boat docked, and Iduna was helped ashore. She stood on the deck, her eyes scanning the familiar landscape. The palace loomed in the distance, its turrets and spires shining in the fading light. Iduna took a deep breath, her heart heavy with grief. She knew that she had to be strong, for Elsa and Anna's sake. She squared her shoulders, her eyes fixed on the palace, and began the long journey back to her daughters, and a new reality without Agnarr by her side. The darkness closed in around her, and Iduna let the tears flow, mourning the loss of the man she loved, and the life they had shared. But she knew that she had to keep moving forward, no matter how hard it seemed. She had to be there for her daughters, to support them and guide them through the difficult times ahead. And so, with a sense of determination and courage, Iduna began her journey back to the palace, and a new chapter in her life.