Hel nodded and said, "they'll likely kill her soon." She didn't sound either concerned or pleased. She spoke it as a simple fact. Her nephews were sharp-toothed hunters. She didn't picture a soft-fleshed human living for very long with them.
"I think I've become too personable," Hel said without expression, the very image of the sort of person you would cross the street to avoid. "It may be time for me to visit below again," she told her brother, looking up to catch his eye as though gauging his reaction. It was depressing and lonely down there, but it was her job. "The make sure things are running well still. I have neglected the kingdom."