The Funeral

The sky was a somber gray, casting a melancholy mood over the kingdom of Arendelle as Iduna, Queen of Arendelle, stood at the edge of the fjord, her eyes fixed on the casket that held the body of her beloved husband, King Agnarr. The air was heavy with the scent of pine and the sound of seagulls filled the air, a mournful cry that seemed to echo the sorrow that filled Iduna's heart. The cold wind whipped through her brown hair, which was tied back in a coronet braid, a symbol of her status as queen, but also a reminder of the weight of her responsibilities. As she gazed out at the sea, Iduna's thoughts were a jumble of emotions - grief, sadness, and regret. She couldn't help but think of the voyage they had undertaken to seek the wisdom of Ahtohallan, and how it had ended in tragedy. The memories of their time together on the ship flooded her mind, and she felt a pang of sorrow. She recalled the way Agnarr's eyes had crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the way his hair had curled slightly at the nape of his neck. The funeral procession began, and Iduna took her place beside her daughters, Elsa and Anna. The three of them walked behind the casket, surrounded by the nobles and guards of Arendelle. Iduna felt a sense of numbness wash over her as she went through the motions, her eyes fixed on the casket. The sound of the mourners' footsteps echoed off the stone walls of the fjord, a somber reminder of the gravity of the occasion. As they reached the shore, Iduna saw the pyre that had been built for Agnarr's funeral. The flames crackled to life as the bishop began to speak, his words a soothing balm to Iduna's soul. She felt a sense of peace wash over her as she listened to the eulogies and the prayers. The scent of burning wood and the sound of crackling flames filled the air, a poignant reminder of the transience of life. But as the pyre was lit, and Agnarr's body was consumed by the flames, Iduna felt a wave of grief wash over her. She clung to her daughters, holding them tightly as they wept together. The sound of their sobs echoed across the water, a heartbreaking reminder of the pain that they were enduring. The ceremony seemed to last an eternity, but eventually, it was over. Iduna and her daughters stood alone, watching as the flames died down, and Agnarr's body was reduced to ashes. Iduna felt a sense of emptiness wash over her, a sense of loss that she had never felt before. As they walked back to the castle, Iduna knew that she had to be strong for her daughters. She took a deep breath, and steeled herself for the challenges that lay ahead. She knew that she would have to navigate the complexities of ruling Arendelle, and finding a way to heal and move forward. The three of them walked in silence, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls of the castle. Iduna felt a sense of sorrow wash over her, but she knew that she had to be strong. She looked down at her daughters, and saw the pain and the sadness in their eyes. She knew that she had to be there for them, to support them, and to guide them through this difficult time. As they entered the castle, Iduna felt a sense of determination rising within her. She knew that she would get through this, that she would find a way to heal and move forward. She looked up, and saw the coronet braid that adorned her hair, a symbol of her status as queen, but also a reminder of the weight of her responsibilities. She knew that she would have to carry the weight of her crown, and the weight of her grief, but she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.