Hel almost snorted, her bitter amusement over his words wanting to pour forth. Still, she was formally representing her realm and her position, and a regal and restrained air needed to be maintained. Which was why she hadn't felt slighted or taken it personally when Hermod practically greeted his brother before herself. It was to be expected, under the circumstances. Abiding his request to hear his mother's words, on the other hand...
Hel had no great fondness for the Lady of Asgard. Frigg had made it clear almost from the outset that her appearance horrified the queen, and it was no secret what she thought of her beloved father. It would give her no small amount of satisfaction to turn the Messenger away just based on that one request. And she doubted Frigg actually considered Hel her equal in ranking.
Still, Hermod had made the long journey, somehow finding his way to her hall. She supposed she could do the right thing for his sake and at least listen. It would also not do well for word to get out that she was harsh and unreasonable. People were terrified enough of what lay beyond her gate without hearing such accusations by way of word of mouth.
"Welcome, Hermod." Hel had no real animosity for the prince of Asgard, despite his parentage. One could no more help who their parents were than what color their hair was or if their skin was blemish free. Or not, in her case. Pity no one had considered that when it came to her and her brothers. And now they had the audacity to come to her. Still, Hermod had always seemed a gentle soul to her, and she had no reason to be rude to him or flat out refuse his request.
"I will listen," she responded, simply yet firmly. Listen, and see just how much begging Frigg had wanted Hermod to extend on her behalf. It had better be good.