She takes the seat eagerly, crossing the room to sit down in no time. Keen eyes watch her mother, and more tension seeps from her body as she finally relaxes. Being so tense does her no good, after all.
Her mother speaks, and Hela vaguely remembers what she talks about; she remember the thunderous crashing in the heavens above that would shake her bed and wake her from her sleep. She remembers climbing into the large bed to sit with her mama and would feel all panicky every time lightning crackled through the darkness. Hela would be lying if she said she could sleep through thunderstorms now.
The thought brings a smile to her lips, fingers intertwining in her lap. “I remember,” a soft chuckle passes her lips, “the thunder would be so loud in my room, nothing I did to block the sound worked. It’s still so loud, even now.” Loud noises never sit well with Hela, her domain is so utterly quiet that she relishes in its silence, everywhere else is far too loud for her.
A little sad smile crossed her face. A mother would always miss the times her children needed her LOVE and comfort. It was sad to see them grow, and realizing a mother was no longer necessary to survive in the world. However, she was proud to see her daughter kept her innocence and purity when she was surrounded by pure darkness in her realm.
“I miss those days” She continued, “Life was so simple back then. Now, everything feels so chaotic, not even asking for help to the Norns seems to work anymore.”
The CHAOS started when the Allfather decided her children’s fate, the years passed and the sensation remained. Everything changed on that cursed day. “I wish I could have you all back at home, you and your brothers. The days feel so long, I even miss your father sometimes” The giantess chuckled softly.