**Chapter 4: Adrift**

As Iduna clung to the chunk of wreckage, she felt a growing sense of desolation wash over her. The storm had finally begun to subside, leaving behind a eerie calm that seemed to mock her. The sun beat down on her, its warm rays a stark contrast to the chill of fear that had gripped her heart. She was alone, adrift in a sea of debris and wreckage, with no sign of Agnarr or rescue in sight. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the occasional cry of a seagull wheeling overhead. Iduna's eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of life, but there was nothing. The vast expanse of water stretched out before her, a seemingly endless blue-gray desert that seemed to swallow her tiny form whole. As she looked around, Iduna saw the remnants of the ship scattered across the waves. The mast, the rigging, the cargo - all were strewn about like toys, a grim reminder of the destruction that had ravaged her world. The smell of salt and seaweed filled her nostrils, mingling with the acrid tang of splintered wood and the faint scent of blood. Iduna's thoughts were a jumbled mix of fear, grief, and despair. She had been so caught up in the turmoil of the storm that she hadn't noticed the ship's demise until now. The vessel was gone, torn apart by the rocks and the waves, and Iduna was left to face the fury of the sea alone. She felt a pang of sorrow, knowing that Agnarr was still out there, somewhere. But she had to focus on her own survival. The sun beat down on her, relentless in its intensity. Iduna's throat was parched, her lips cracked and dry. She was starting to feel the effects of dehydration, her head spinning and her body weak. She knew she had to find shelter, or at least some way to protect herself from the elements. As she clung to the wreckage, Iduna's mind began to wander back to Agnarr. She wondered if he had survived, if he was out there somewhere, searching for her. The thought gave her a glimmer of hope, and she held onto it, refusing to let go. But as the hours ticked by, Iduna's hopes began to dwindle. She was alone, and she knew it. The sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the water. Iduna's eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of rescue, but there was nothing. She was alone, adrift in a vast and unforgiving sea. The stars began to twinkle in the night sky, and Iduna felt a sense of despair wash over her. As the darkness deepened, Iduna's thoughts turned to her daughters, Elsa and Anna. She wondered if they were safe, if they were thinking of her. The thought gave her the strength to keep going, to keep fighting. She would survive, no matter what. For her daughters, for Agnarr, for herself - she would find a way. The night wore on, Iduna clinging to the wreckage as the waves rocked her back and forth. She was a queen, a wife, a mother - but right now, she was just a survivor, adrift in a sea of uncertainty. As she drifted off into a fitful sleep, Iduna knew that she would face whatever challenges came her way, no matter how daunting they seemed. She would survive, and she would find a way back to her family.