She seethed with rage as she crept upon the man who had just murdered Surtur. Her fury had been unleashed, as well as her body. The months she had been held captive by the demon had seemed unending. Rán had lost her husband and her freedom at once... finally she was released... but she did not know her champion.
"With his death, my life returns..." she said, almost against the dark-haired man's ear as the cries of the warriors became muddled. Her eyes shifted to where Loki still stood, having caught sight of her seconds earlier. Her hand came up and she urged him to remain silent as she slowly moved around the front of the newcomer.
"I will turn the tides of this battle upon your request..." she said, finally getting a look at the new ruler's face. Her chin rose and Rán was silent for a moment. "...if you promise that you are not aligned with him." Her dainty, dirty hand pointed toward Loki, barely giving the mischief maker a glance, but then her face snapped back to look into the eyes of the pale man above her. "I am Rán, goddess of the sea, and I answer only to the Allfather." If this meant the new regime would place her back in captivity, so be it. At least with this lot she could probably hold her own... "Do you serve him?" As she awaited her answer, she slowly began to rise as she summoned stale water from nearby streams and lakes to swirl below her feet and carry her forth when the time came.