**Chapter 1: The Fateful Voyage**

The stormy seas tossed the small ship about like a toy, threatening to capsize it at any moment. King Agnarr and Queen Iduna clung to each other, their knuckles white as they grasped the wooden railing. The crew, seasoned sailors all, fought to keep the vessel on course, but it was clear they were no match for the fury of the sea. Iduna's brown hair whipped about her face, and she pulled her cloak tighter, trying to shield herself from the driving rain. Agnarr, his eyes fixed on the horizon, bellowed orders to the crew, his voice lost in the howling wind. As the storm intensified, the ship creaked and groaned, its timbers straining against the force of the waves. Iduna felt a jolt of fear as a massive wave crashed over the bow, threatening to sweep them all overboard. In a flash of insight, Agnarr knew what he had to do. With a fierce cry, he pushed Iduna towards the small boat that had been tied to the ship's side. "Go, my love!" he shouted, his eyes locked on hers. "I will hold off the sea!" Iduna, horrified, tried to protest, but Agnarr's face was set. With a final glance, she climbed into the small boat and pushed off from the ship. The vessel, now free from its burden, rode the waves more easily, and Iduna was swept away from the chaos. As she looked back, she saw the ship being torn apart by the storm. Agnarr stood on the deck, his arms outstretched, his face set against the wind. A massive wave crashed over him, and he was gone. Iduna screamed, her voice lost in the storm, as she was tossed about in the small boat. Eventually, she was washed up on the rocky shores of a strange land, her body battered and bruised. When she finally came to, she was lying on a soft bed, surrounded by the gentle faces of strangers. A woman with a kind smile and a crown of silver hair sat beside her. "Welcome, Your Majesty," the woman said, her voice soft. "I am Queen Lora, wife of King Westergard of the Southern Isles. You are safe now." Iduna's eyes widened as she struggled to sit up, her mind foggy. "Agnarr?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Queen Lora's face was somber. "I'm afraid King Agnarr did not survive the storm, Your Majesty. But you are safe now, and we will do everything in our power to help you recover." Iduna's eyes filled with tears as she nodded, her heart heavy with grief. She knew that she had to hold on, for the sake of her daughters, Elsa and Anna, back in Arendelle. But for now, she was at the mercy of these strangers, and she could only hope that they would help her find her way back home.