It was unsurprising that she was a Norse Underworlder. Styx truthfully knew very little about the Norse, had little interest in learning anything in the past, but looking at Hel and silently wondering about her strange appearance, she was going to have to try to learn something about those Northern gods. She was a gentle as she could be with Hel's hand when it was offered, mostly out of kindness, but also for reasons Philotes then babbled out about worrying about hurting the girl. Obviously Hel was capable of surviving as she was, but that didn't mean anyone wanted to make something that was probably painful to live with even moreso.
Strangely, for Styx who kept mostly to herself and her family, she wanted to know more about this Northern Queen. Once Lottie had accused her of hugging her, Hate gave her sister a look and said, “I'm not hugging you. I'm holding you back in an attempt to contain your excitement so as to not overwhelm Hel.” It was another tease even if Styx was completely serious in her statement that it was not a hug.
She looked back at the Norse goddess and said, “You don't have to let her,” before giving her sister a teasing look. And that was all the further she said on the issue. Styx had questions, of course. Starting with why Hel looked the way she did, to how the Underworld worked up in the frozen north, to how she met Nyx and Erebos... all sorts of things. If Hel had been just another pretty face, another perfect goddess that just happened to be from another pantheon, Styx wouldn't have cared much. But Hel was unique.
Appearance aside, there was the girl's status as Queen of the Norse Underworld that made her unique, plus something told Hate there were deep dark things buried somewhere under the surface. This blonde goddess before them, malformations and all, had something buried. Something emotional. For a goddess that understood darker emotions like no Olympian truly could, Styx was curious. Very curious. It didn't take a genius to know that Hel had probably been the victim of some horrid treatment on account of her appearance, but there was something about the lines of the young Nord's face that told a deeper, darker story.
Fascinating.
She would have to maybe ask her mother about it later and so gave Nyx a curious glance when she noticed that there was a a bit of decor on the wall that was ever-so slightly crooked. Without even stopping to think about it, she took a step away and released Philotes as her hand reached out to straighten it.