The Years Pass

Years went by, and Iduna became a pillar of the community. She used her skills to help the villagers, and they grew to respect and appreciate her. Iduna found joy in the simple things in life, like watching the sunset over the rolling hills, or helping a young mother with her chores. She had long given up her royal title and lived a simple life, free from the complexities of royal politics. As she worked, Iduna's brown hair was often tied up in a practical yet elegant coronet braid, a testament to her resilience and adaptability. She had grown to love the villagers, and they had grown to love her. They had welcomed her with open arms, and she had quickly become a part of their community. One person who had particularly captured Iduna's heart was a young boy named Hans. He had auburn hair and bright blue eyes, and he seemed to be stuck in a state of perpetual youth. Iduna had learned that Hans was an orphan, and he had been living with the villagers for several years. Despite his youthful appearance, Hans had a deep sense of wisdom and kindness that belied his age. Iduna had taken Hans under her wing, and he had grown to love and rely on her. She had become a maternal figure to him, and he would often sit by her side as she worked or told stories. Iduna loved listening to Hans's stories, and she was amazed by his imagination and creativity. As the years passed, Iduna watched Hans grow and develop his own unique personality. She saw him struggle with his emotions, and she saw him learn to navigate the complexities of life. Through it all, Iduna was there, offering guidance and support whenever he needed it. The villagers had grown accustomed to Hans's youthful appearance, but they had also grown concerned. They had seen him grow and develop, but he seemed to be stuck in a state of perpetual youth. Iduna had grown used to it as well, but she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for Hans. As she sat by the fire one evening, Iduna couldn't help but think about her past. She thought about Arendelle, and her daughter, Elsa. She wondered what Elsa was doing, and if she was happy. Iduna's heart ached with longing, but she pushed the feelings aside. She had made a new life for herself, and she was determined to make the most of it. Hans sat by her side, watching her with his bright blue eyes. Iduna smiled, and he smiled back. She reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, and he leaned into her touch. "You're like a son to me, Hans," Iduna said, her voice low and soothing. Hans looked up at her, his eyes shining with affection. "You're like a mother to me, Iduna," he replied. Iduna's heart swelled with emotion, and she pulled Hans into a warm hug. She knew that she had found a new purpose in life, and it was to help Hans and the other villagers. She knew that she would always carry a piece of Arendelle with her, but she was determined to make a new life for herself in this small village. The fire crackled and spat, casting flickering shadows on the walls of the village hall. Iduna smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. She knew that she had found a new home, and a new sense of purpose. And as she looked at Hans, she knew that she had found a new reason to keep going, to keep living.