**Chapter 1: The Journey to Ahtohallan**

The Journey to Ahtohallan Queen Iduna stood at the helm of the ship, her brown hair tied back in a low braided bun, her eyes fixed on the horizon as the wind whipped through her face. She had set sail for Ahtohallan, determined to uncover the truth about Elsa's powers, a mystery that had haunted her since her daughter's accident. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the waves, as Iduna's thoughts turned to her family. Her husband, King Agnarr, stood beside her, his eyes scanning the sea for any sign of danger. Their ship, sturdy and strong, cut through the waves with ease, but Iduna's heart was heavy with worry. She had always felt that there was more to Elsa's powers than the royal advisors had let on, and she was determined to find out the truth. As the night wore on, the storm began to brew, the winds picking up and the waves growing choppy. "Iduna, we need to take cover!" Agnarr shouted above the din of the storm, but it was too late. The ship was caught in a massive wave, and Iduna was swept overboard. She clung to a piece of debris, praying for survival as the ship crashed and splintered behind her. As she struggled to stay afloat, Iduna thought of Elsa and Anna, her two daughters, whom she had left behind in Arendelle. Elsa, 16, with her icy powers and introverted nature, and Anna, 14, with her sunny disposition and love of adventure. Iduna hoped that they were safe, and that they would forgive her for leaving them on this journey. In Arendelle, Elsa sat in her bedroom, her powers still unpredictable and wild. She stared out the window, her mind wandering to her mother's journey, and the worry that had been gnawing at her heart. Anna tried to distract her, chattering on about her day, but Elsa's thoughts were with her mother, and the danger that she might be facing. As the storm raged on, Iduna's thoughts grew cloudy, and she felt herself being pulled under. She closed her eyes, praying for the dawn to come, and for a chance to see her daughters again. The storm finally began to subside, and Iduna felt herself washed up on a sandy beach. She lay there, exhausted and injured, as the sun rose over the horizon. She knew not where she was, or what the future held, but she was determined to survive, and to find out the truth about Elsa's powers. As she drifted in and out of consciousness, Iduna was vaguely aware of being picked up by the locals, and taken to a palace. She saw the face of a king, kind and concerned, but she couldn't quite place him. The king's advisors buzzed around her, speaking in hushed tones, and Iduna caught snippets of their conversation. "She's a queen," one of them said. "The Queen of Arendelle." The king's eyes lit up with interest, and Iduna knew that her journey was far from over. The king was Westergaard and he had many sons including Caleb, Rudi, Runo, and Lars. And one of them was called Hans.