The Voyage

The sun-kissed deck of the ship creaked beneath Queen Iduna's feet as she stood at the rail, her brown hair blowing in the wind. She gazed out at the endless expanse of water, her eyes squinting against the glare of the sun. Beside her, King Agnarr stood tall, his eyes fixed on the horizon. Together, they had set out on this journey to seek the wisdom of the ancient river, Ahtohallan. Iduna felt a thrill of excitement mixed with trepidation as she thought about the challenges that lay ahead. The sea was known for its treacherous waters, and she had heard stories of ships that had never returned. But she was not one to shy away from danger, and she was determined to see this journey through to its end. As she scanned the horizon, Iduna's thoughts turned to her daughters, Elsa and Anna, who were waiting for her back in Arendelle. She hoped that they were doing well, and that they would be proud of her for taking on this challenge. The ship's captain, a grizzled old sailor with a bushy beard, approached them, his eyes narrowed against the sun. "Your Majesties," he said, bowing low. "We'll be reaching the open sea shortly. The winds are in our favor, and I expect a smooth passage." Agnarr nodded, his eyes never leaving the horizon. "Thank you, Captain. We're in your hands." Iduna smiled, feeling a sense of trust wash over her. She had always been drawn to the sea, and she felt a sense of peace wash over her as she stood on the deck, the wind in her hair and the sun on her face. As the day wore on, the ship picked up speed, cutting through the waves with ease. Iduna and Agnarr stood at the rail, watching the coastline recede into the distance. They talked little, content to simply be together, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment. But as the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the water, Iduna felt a sense of unease creeping over her. The sea was calm, but she could sense a change in the air. The wind seemed to be picking up, and the waves were growing choppier by the minute. Agnarr's eyes met hers, and she saw a flicker of concern there. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know," he replied, his eyes scanning the horizon. "But I think we're in for a storm." Iduna's heart sank, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She had heard stories of storms at sea, of ships that had been torn apart by the fury of the waves. But she was not one to panic, and she stood tall, her eyes fixed on the horizon, as the storm began to gather.