Chapter 2: The Shipwreck

The storm raged on, its fury unrelenting as Iduna clung to the splintered wood, her body battered by the waves. She had lost sight of Agnarr, Elsa, and Anna in the chaos, and her heart was heavy with fear for their safety. The sound of crashing waves and creaking wood filled her ears, a cacophony of terror that seemed to have no end. As she struggled to stay afloat, Iduna spotted a figure in the distance, clinging to a piece of debris. With a surge of hope, she kicked and paddled towards him, her muscles screaming in exhaustion. As she drew closer, she realized it was Hans, his auburn hair plastered to his head, his eyes closed in shock. Iduna wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight as the waves buffeted them about. She could feel his heart racing, his body trembling with fear, and she knew she had to keep him safe. But as she looked around, she saw that they were alone. The ship was gone, taken down by the storm, and Agnarr... Agnarr was nowhere to be seen. A sob rose in her throat as she realized her husband might be gone, sacrificed to save their daughters. The thought was too much to bear, and Iduna felt herself slipping under the waves, her body giving out from exhaustion and grief. But she kicked hard, fighting to stay afloat, to keep Hans safe. As the storm slowly began to subside, Iduna found herself washed up on a rocky shore, Hans still clutched in her arms. She was cold, hungry, and in shock, but she knew she had to keep moving, to find help, to find her daughters. With a Herculean effort, Iduna struggled to her feet, Hans still wrapped in her arms. She took a few tentative steps, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of rescue, any sign of life. And then, as the sun began to set, Iduna spotted a fishing boat on the horizon, its sails billowing in the breeze. She waved, her voice hoarse from shouting, and the boat changed course, heading straight for her. As they drew closer, Iduna saw the faces of the fishermen, their expressions a mixture of concern and curiosity. She smiled, a weak, exhausted smile, and they helped her and Hans aboard, wrapping them in blankets, offering them food and drink. Iduna ate and drank, her body slowly coming back to life, but her heart remained heavy with grief. She knew Agnarr was gone, and she could only hope that Elsa and Anna were safe, that they would be reunited soon. The fishing boat sailed on, carrying Iduna and Hans to safety, but for now, Iduna just sat, wrapped in a blanket, her eyes fixed on the horizon, her heart heavy with sorrow. Days passed, and Iduna slowly began to recover, her body healing, her spirit slowly lifting. She knew she had to get back to Arendelle, to her daughters, to the life they had left behind. And then, as the fishing boat sailed into the harbor, Iduna saw it, the familiar outline of Arendelle Castle, its towers rising above the trees. She smiled, a tears-filled smile, and knew she was home. But as she stepped off the boat, Iduna's heart sank. There was no sign of Agnarr, no welcoming committee, just a small group of courtiers, their faces somber. "Your Majesty," one of them said, bowing low. "We have been searching for you. The king... he did not survive." Iduna felt a sob rise in her throat, but she bit it back, her eyes fixed on the castle, her heart heavy with grief. She knew she had to be strong, for Elsa, for Anna, for the kingdom. With a deep breath, Iduna squared her shoulders, her eyes fixed on the future, her heart heavy with sorrow, but her spirit unbroken. She would get through this, for her daughters, for her kingdom. And as she walked towards the castle, Iduna knew that she would face whatever challenges lay ahead, her heart heavy with grief, but her spirit unbroken. The days that followed were a blur of tears and sorrow, but Iduna knew she had to be strong for her daughters. She was determined to give them the support they needed, to help them heal from the trauma of their father's death. As she entered the castle, Iduna was greeted by her daughters, their faces etched with worry and concern. She hugged them tightly, holding them close as they all cried together. In the midst of their grief, Iduna knew that she had to think about the future, about how they would move forward without Agnarr. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to do it, for her daughters, for the kingdom. And as they sat together, holding each other, Iduna knew that they would get through this, together, as a family.