Adrift

The icy waters of the fjord closed over King Agnarr's head, dragging him down into the dark, cold depths. Iduna's scream was lost in the howling wind as she clung to the piece of debris, her eyes scanning the chaotic sea for any sign of her beloved husband. But he was gone, swept away by the raging storm, and she was left alone, adrift in a sea of turmoil. As she floated, the numbness began to wear off, and the full weight of her loss crashed down on her. Iduna's body shook with sobs, her mind reeling with the thought of Agnarr's fate. She remembered the way he had grasped her arm, his eyes locked on hers, and the way he had been torn from her grasp. The memory was etched in her mind like a scar, and she couldn't shake the feeling of guilt and despair that threatened to consume her. The storm raged on, the waves tossing Iduna about like a rag doll. She clung to the debris, her fingers numb and aching, her body battered by the relentless pounding of the sea. The sun beat down on her, its warm rays a cruel contrast to the cold, dark waters that had taken Agnarr from her. Iduna's thoughts were a jumbled mix of grief, fear, and despair, her mind struggling to come to terms with the loss of the man she loved. As the hours ticked by, Iduna's body began to feel the effects of her ordeal. She was cold, hungry, and exhausted, her energy ebbing with each passing moment. But even as she felt the weight of her grief, she knew she had to hold on, for herself, for Elsa, and for Anna. With a Herculean effort, Iduna raised her head, scanning the horizon for any sign of rescue. That was when she saw it - a fishing boat, its sails flapping in the wind, heading towards her. Iduna waved her free arm, her voice hoarse from shouting, and the boat changed course, heading towards her. As the boat drew closer, Iduna could see the faces of the fishermen, their eyes kind and concerned. She felt a surge of hope, mixed with exhaustion and despair. She knew she had to hold on, for her daughters, for her kingdom, and for the truth about Ahtohallan. The fishing boat pulled alongside, and Iduna was pulled aboard, her body aching as she collapsed onto the deck. The fishermen gathered around her, offering her food and shelter, their faces etched with concern. Iduna took a bite of the offered food, her body shuddering with relief as the warmth of the meal spread through her. As she ate, Iduna couldn't shake the feeling of loss and grief that had settled over her. She thought of Agnarr, of his smile, his laugh, and his kind eyes. She thought of the life they had built together, of the laughter they had shared, and of the adventures they had had. And she thought of Elsa and Anna, of their bright smiles, and their sparkling eyes. The fishermen, sensing her distress, offered her words of comfort, their voices soft and gentle. Iduna smiled weakly, her eyes filling with tears as she thought of her daughters, and the life she had left behind. She knew she had to hold on, for them, for herself, and for the future. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sea in a golden glow, Iduna knew she had to find a way back to Arendelle, to her daughters, and to the life she had built with Agnarr. She steeled herself for the journey ahead, her heart heavy with grief, but her spirit unbroken. She would face whatever challenges lay ahead, for herself, for Elsa, and for Anna. The fishing boat sailed on, carrying Iduna towards a future that was both uncertain and full of hope. She stood on the deck, her eyes fixed on the horizon, her heart heavy with sorrow, but her spirit unbroken. She knew that she would find a way to heal, to move forward, and to build a new life, one that would honor Agnarr's memory, and bring joy to her daughters.