She may have posted to Hades...
"It doesn't feel natural," Hel told him. "It feels like I'm imitating the humans. Like I'm trying to wear their skin and not my own. Smiling is like hiding."
"The dead say nothing," Hel said, watching her rotting fingers playing with his own fully-flesh ones. "Some cry, or scream, or beg, but most are silent. It is a quiet land, but someone has to watch it. I do not want to go," Hel admitted more quietly, "but maybe I must remember what it is I am."