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“Alea,” Thor called out. He’d been waiting outside of the nursery to speak with her, after all, if anyone could provide him with a way out of Helheim, it would be her. He tried to throw on his most dashing smile, but it didn’t work.
Alea turned towards him. “What is it the mighty god of thunder wishes to ask me?” she asked.
“Could you open the gate so I can get back to Midgard?”
“Quick and to the point,” she said. Her lips pouted and she crossed her thin arms. “You know I am responsible for these children here, until they are to go on to their next destination.”
“This is their holding place. What I’m saying is if I don’t get back to Midgard soon, there won’t be anything or anyone for me to help.”
She nodded her head. “That is true, but it …show more content…

As you stand before it, it will show you that which you need to see.
“Why are you showing me this?” he wondered.
“Because, still you see me as a monster, when I am the victim of your father’s kidnapping. I was in the home of my mother, Angrboda, and while there, I was loved, cherished even. “I was a young girl, but when the All-father received his visions, he declared me and my kin, mere children, to be enemies of the Asgardians, and kidnapped us from our home, and then imprisoned us.”
As she spoke the words, the scene appeared in all of the mirrors at once, first depicting the young girl in her mother’s bosom, then playing with her siblings, then being ripped away by Asgardian soldiers as his father, Odin, commanded on the sideline what should happen.
“My father did nothing. He did not fight for us, soothe us, or even attempt to free us from Odin’s bonds. We were branded as monsters, and monsters are what we became.”
Thor at first refused to listen to what Lady Hel said, after all she was the enemy, a physical embodiment of the evil to come.
“You might not like the path given to you, but at least you are free,” Thor firmly stated.
Her laughter cut through the already frigid air with a blustering, howling wind. “Free? Tell me, dear son of Odin, how free am I when I'm constantly hounded by those things I cannot change? This here is my cage. A beautiful cage even, with all of its shiny gems and

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