**The Fateful Voyage**

Queen Iduna stood at the helm of the ship, her brown hair tied back in a sturdy bun with a braid woven into its length, whipping in the wind as she gazed out at the horizon. Her thoughts were consumed by her daughters, Elsa and Anna, and the mysterious powers that had been growing within them. She had heard whispers of a mystical river, Ahtohallan, which was said to hold the secrets of the past and the key to understanding the royal family's unique abilities. Determined to uncover the truth, Iduna had set sail for Ahtohallan, braving the treacherous waters of the Southern Isles. The crew had warned her of the dangers that lay ahead, but she had been resolute in her quest. Now, as the ship rode the swells, she felt a sense of trepidation growing in her chest. The sky darkened, and the wind began to howl. The crew scrambled to adjust the sails, but it was too late. A massive storm wave crashed over the ship, sending Iduna tumbling into the sea. She was swept away, her body battered by the turbulent waters. As the storm raged on, Iduna clung to a piece of debris, her grip slowly loosening as exhaustion took hold. She felt herself being pulled under, the water closing over her head like a cold, dark shroud. When she came to, Iduna was lying on a sandy beach, her body aching all over. She sat up, groggily taking in her surroundings. The storm had passed, leaving behind a peaceful calm. She was alone, but she could see the outlines of buildings in the distance. As she struggled to her feet, a group of fishermen approached her, their faces etched with concern. One of them, an older man with a bushy beard, spoke to her in a gentle voice. "Are ye alright, lass? We found ye washed up on the shore. Ye must've been through a terrible ordeal." Iduna nodded, still trying to clear her head. "I...I think so. Where am I?" The fisherman nodded towards the buildings. "We're in the Southern Isles. We'll take ye to our king, Westergaard. He'll know what to do with ye." Iduna's heart skipped a beat as she wondered what fate had in store for her. She was taken aboard a small boat, and as they sailed towards the shore, she caught sight of a majestic castle rising from the hills. The fishermen landed at a small dock, and Iduna was helped onto dry land. A procession of guards and courtiers awaited her, led by a stately figure with a strong jaw and piercing blue eyes. "Welcome, Queen Iduna," he said, his voice deep and resonant. "I am King Westergaard. I see you've had a terrible journey." Iduna's eyes widened as the king's gaze seemed to bore into her very soul. "How did you...?" King Westergaard smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I recognize a queen when I see one, Your Majesty. You are a long way from home." As Iduna nodded, a sense of wonder and trepidation washed over her. What lay ahead, and how would she find her way back to her daughters? For now, she was at the mercy of this stranger, King Westergaard, and the people of the Southern Isles. The king gestured towards the castle, and Iduna followed him, her footsteps echoing through the stillness. She was led to a comfortable room, where a warm fire crackled and a soft bed beckoned. As she lay down, feeling the weariness seep from her bones, Iduna knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in her life. Little did she know that she would soon find herself entangled in the affairs of the Southern Isles, and that her presence would change the lives of those around her forever.