Angrboda didn't hug Fenrir when he pressed against her, instead rubbing her head against him softly, a wolf-like nuzzling. "This world couldn't kill me," Angrboda assured him.
Drawing back from Fenrir she took in all three of them properly. "You don't always look like this, do you?" she asked her sons with a frown. Hel it seemed could pass among the mortals but she stood there now looking as perfect to Angrboda as she always had done.