**Chapter 3: Washing Up on the Shores**

The storm had finally subsided, leaving behind a serene calmness that seemed almost surreal. Iduna, the queen of Arendelle, lay on the beach, her body battered and bruised from the ordeal she had endured. She was unsure if she was alive or dead, her senses dulled by the exhaustion that threatened to consume her. The sound of the waves gently lapping against the shore was the only sound that broke the silence, a soothing melody that seemed to rock her into a state of semi-consciousness. As she lay there, Iduna's thoughts were a jumbled mix of memories and fears. She thought of her daughters, Elsa and Anna, and the life she had left behind in Arendelle. She wondered if she would ever see them again, or if she would ever find the answers she sought on her journey to Ahtohallan. The thought of her daughters gave her the strength to keep going, and she knew she had to keep fighting. With a newfound determination, Iduna slowly sat up, her eyes scanning the horizon. She took stock of her surroundings, her gaze lingering on the unfamiliar landscape. The beach was lined with rocky outcroppings, and the air was filled with the cries of seagulls. She spotted a few buildings in the distance, what looked like a small village. Iduna struggled to her feet, her legs trembling beneath her. She took a few tentative steps forward, her eyes fixed on the village. She knew she had to find help, and she knew she had to keep moving. The fate of her daughters, and her own survival, depended on it. As she walked, Iduna noticed a group of people approaching her. They were fishermen, and they had found her washed up on the shore. One of them, an older man with a kind face, approached her. "Ma'am, are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. Iduna nodded, still trying to process her surroundings. "Yes, I'm fine," she said, trying to stand up straight. But her legs gave way beneath her, and she fell to the ground. The fishermen rushed to her side, helping her to her feet. "We'll take you to our king," one of them said. "He'll be able to help you." Iduna nodded, still trying to wrap her head around her situation. She had been shipwrecked, and now she was in a foreign land. But she was determined to survive, and to find a way back to her daughters. The villagers led her to a small cottage on the outskirts of the village, where they gave her food and water. Iduna ate and drank gratefully, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She was alive, and she was safe. For now, that was all that mattered. The villagers told her that their king's name was Westergard, and that he was a just and fair ruler. Iduna hoped that he would be able to help her find a way back to Arendelle, or at least provide her with some information about her daughters. After resting for a while, Iduna was taken to the palace, where King Westergard awaited her arrival. As she entered the throne room, Iduna saw a tall, imposing figure with a kind face and piercing blue eyes. He rose from his throne and approached her, a look of concern etched on his face. "Your Majesty," he said, his voice deep and resonant. "I am King Westergard. I see you've had quite an ordeal." Iduna nodded, still feeling a bit dazed. "I...I'm Iduna, queen of Arendelle," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. King Westergard's eyes widened in surprise, and he took a step closer to her. "Ah, I should have known," he said. "You bear a striking resemblance to the stories I've heard about you." Iduna smiled weakly, still trying to process her surroundings. As King Westergard led her to a nearby chair, Iduna couldn't help but notice the concern etched on his face. She knew that she had stumbled into a new and unfamiliar world, but she was determined to make the most of it. For her own sake, and for the sake of her daughters, she had to survive and thrive in this new land.