**Chapter 3: Rescue**

Iduna's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with the warm glow of a lantern hanging from the ceiling of a small, rustic cabin. She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her back onto the narrow bed. A gentle hand pressed against her shoulder, holding her in place. "Easy, Your Majesty," a soft voice said. "You've been through a lot. You need to rest." Iduna's gaze wandered around the cabin, taking in the simple furnishings and the few belongings of the people who had taken her in. She saw a group of rugged-looking men and women, their faces weathered from years of working at sea. They were all staring at her with concern etched on their faces. "Where...where am I?" Iduna asked, her voice hoarse from the saltwater and the wind. The woman who had been holding her down smiled kindly. "You're on our fishing boat, Your Majesty. We found you washed up on the shore, half-dead from the cold and the sea. We've been nursing you back to health for days." Iduna's memories began to return, and with them, a wave of grief. She remembered the storm, the ship crashing, and Agnarr...oh, Agnarr. She had survived, but he... The woman's grip on her shoulder tightened. "I'm so sorry, Your Majesty. We found no one else with you. The ship was wrecked, and...well, it seems you're the only survivor." Tears pricked at the corners of Iduna's eyes as she processed the news. Agnarr was truly gone. She felt a sob rising in her chest, but she pushed it back, focusing on the people around her. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for saving me." The woman smiled and handed Iduna a cup of steaming hot tea. "Drink this, Your Majesty. It'll help warm you up and soothe your throat." Iduna took the cup, feeling the warmth spread through her chilled body. As she sipped the tea, she noticed the woman's gaze lingering on her hair, which was still styled in a coronet braid, though it was now tangled and salt-crusted. "My name is Gorm, by the way," the woman said, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "And you are...?" Iduna took a deep breath, trying to gather her composure. "I am Queen Iduna of Arendelle," she said, her voice firm. Gorm's eyes widened in surprise, and she nodded respectfully. "We're honored to have you on our boat, Your Majesty. We'll do our best to get you back to Arendelle as soon as possible." Iduna nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope. She would make it back to her daughters, Elsa and Anna, and they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, together. As she finished the tea, Iduna noticed a calendar on the wall, with the days marked off in bold letters. She saw that several days had passed since the storm, and her heart sank. She had been at sea for longer than she had thought, and Agnarr...Agnarr was truly gone. The thought filled her with a deep sadness, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the people around her. She would survive, for herself, for Agnarr, and for her daughters. And with the help of Gorm and her crew, she would make it back to Arendelle, no matter what it took.