The Fateful Voyage

The stormy weather forecast had not deterred Iduna from setting sail for Ahtohallan. She had to know the truth about her mother's death and the ancient magic that flowed through the fjord. Agnar, her husband and the King of Arendelle, had warned her of the dangers, but she had to take the risk. As the ship navigated through the choppy waters, Iduna stood at the bow, her long blonde hair whipping in the wind. She felt a sense of determination and purpose that she had not felt in a long time. The storm hit suddenly, catching the crew off guard. The winds howled, and the waves crashed against the ship, threatening to capsize it. Iduna was thrown to the deck, and as she struggled to get to her feet, she saw Agnar fighting to keep his grip on the wheel. The ship creaked and groaned, and Iduna knew they were in grave danger. In the chaos, Iduna was swept overboard, and she felt herself being pulled under the water. She tried to swim to the surface, but the currents were too strong. Just when she thought all was lost, she was washed up on the shore, her body battered and bruised. As she lay on the beach, Iduna realized that Agnar was not with her. She called out his name, but there was no response. She was alone, and the storm had destroyed their ship. Iduna's thoughts were consumed by grief and worry for her daughters, Elsa and Anna, who were back in Arendelle. The sun was setting when Iduna saw a group of people approaching her. They were dressed in simple but warm clothing, and they spoke in a dialect she did not understand. One of them, an older woman, knelt beside Iduna and examined her injuries. Iduna was taken to a nearby village, where she was given food and shelter for the night. The next morning, Iduna was taken to the palace of King Westergaard, the ruler of the Southern Isles. She was ushered into a grand throne room, where King Westergaard sat on his throne, his expression stern but concerned. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice firm but not unkind. Iduna struggled to sit up straight, her injuries aching. "I...I am Iduna, Queen of Arendelle," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. King Westergaard's expression changed from curiosity to shock. He rose from his throne and approached Iduna, his eyes scanning her face. "By the gods," he whispered. "I had no idea. You are a long way from home, Your Majesty." Iduna nodded, feeling a mix of emotions: grief, relief, and uncertainty about her future. She knew that she had to find a way to get back to her daughters, but for now, she was at the mercy of King Westergaard. As she lay on the bed, Iduna couldn't help but think of Agnar and the life they had left behind. She wondered if she would ever see her daughters again and if she would ever be able to return to Arendelle. The thought of being separated from Elsa and Anna was unbearable, and Iduna felt a lump form in her throat. The king's voice brought her back to reality. "We will take care of you, Your Majesty. You are safe here." Iduna nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards King Westergaard. She knew that she had to trust him and hope that he would help her find a way to reunite with her daughters. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Iduna closed her eyes, her heart heavy with grief and her mind racing with thoughts of the future. She knew that she had to be strong for Elsa and Anna, and she was determined to find a way to get back to them, no matter what it took.