**Chapter 4: Recovery and Reflection**

As the days passed, Iduna slowly regained her strength, her body healing from the physical and emotional trauma she had endured. She was tended to by King Westergaard's servants, who brought her food and water, and helped her with her wounds. Iduna was grateful for their kindness, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was a prisoner, rather than a guest. As she lay in her bed, Iduna's mind wandered back to her life in Arendelle, to her husband Agnarr and their daughters, Elsa and Anna. She remembered the happy times, the laughter and the love they had shared, and her heart ached with grief. She thought about Elsa's powers, and her determination to understand and control them. Iduna's thoughts were a jumble of emotions, but she knew that she had to be strong, for her daughters' sake, if not for her own. Iduna's gaze fell upon her reflection in a nearby mirror, and she was struck by the weariness etched on her face. Her brown hair, normally styled in an elegant updo, was now dull and tangled, framing a face that was pale and drawn. She smiled wryly to herself, remembering the coronet braid she had worn on her journey, a symbol of her royal heritage. Her eyes, once bright and full of life, now seemed dull and lifeless, a testament to her ordeal. As she reflected on her life, Iduna realized that she had taken many things for granted. She had assumed that she would always have the support of her husband, that she would always be able to protect her daughters. But now, she was alone, and she had to face the challenges ahead of her. Iduna's thoughts turned to her daughters, and she felt a surge of determination. She would do whatever it took to protect them, to ensure their happiness and well-being. She thought about Elsa's powers, and her own desire to understand and control them. Iduna knew that she had to be strong, for Elsa's sake, if not for her own. As she lay there, Iduna heard a commotion outside her room. She heard the sound of footsteps, and the murmur of voices. She wondered what was happening, and whether it was something she should be concerned about. The door to her room opened, and a servant entered, bearing a tray of food. "Your meal, Your Majesty," the servant said, bowing low. Iduna smiled, grateful for the food, and the servant's kindness. As she ate, Iduna couldn't help but think of her daughters, and the journey that lay ahead of her. She would have to be strong, for their sake, if not for her own. She steeled herself for the challenges ahead, knowing that she would have to face them head-on. The servant returned, bearing a basin of water and a towel. "I'll help you clean up, Your Majesty," the servant said, smiling. Iduna nodded, grateful for the help. As the servant washed her face and hands, Iduna felt a sense of calm wash over her. She realized that she was not alone, that there were still kind and gentle people in the world. And she knew that she would have to hold on to that hope, no matter what challenges lay ahead. With a newfound sense of determination, Iduna stood up, her eyes shining with a fierce inner light. She knew that she would face whatever challenges lay ahead, and that she would emerge stronger and more resilient than ever before. The coronet braid that framed her face seemed to gleam with a newfound significance, a symbol of her royal heritage and her determination to reclaim her rightful place as queen.