(dea-mors) - Hela walks out in plain sight once more as she had done many times since she has insisted on staying in this castle. However, this time she holds a bottle of wine in one hand that she occasionally takes a drink out of with a slosh of the contents inside. She knows the Countess can see her and yet she does not care for her rage. "You didn't tell me you had a wine cellar! And to think you had it all to yourselves! Oh, it tastes great by the way."
" YOU'RE A WASTE OF THE SKIN YOU ARE WRAPPED IN, DARLING . " It was so dreadfully important to speak from the heart and, watching some trumped up Viking home-invader evade attempt to kill or confine her inspired sincerity.









