"I'm sure that was the case when he brought us to Asgard." That made sense, and she knew it to be true, but that didn't excuse the fact that he chose a new wife over his daughter. Children first? Not likely.
Hel began to feel that awful feeling she always felt when she thought or spoke ill of her father. She loved him, and mourned his loss, but it didn't change the fact that he'd let her down. Sometimes she thought it was just all messed up in her head, and that she was projecting her anger toward the Aesir. Sometimes, but not always. She decided to gently change the topic away from her father and the bitter memories.
"But my world is...my world now. It's all mine, and no one has any control over what I can do there any more than they can take it away." Her chin rose, and a spark of pride flashed in her eyes. "It's cold and barren, yet lovely and mysterious. Rather like me, I suppose."