She lived in these such heels, and paid dearly for the privilege, but nevertheless she was grateful their destination was close by.
Hela could not conceal her sharp, crossed look at mention of letters being in the plural but then she had long suspected her father of censoring communication between her brother and herself. Startled, her cold hand subconsciously squeezed his arm as new rankle for her father starting to rise in the pit of her soul. Why should it have surprised her? She felt angry and ashamed. Here she lived under the misconception that brothers had forgotten and forsaken her in her exile.
"I did receive your last letter, Thor, but I do believe that largely in part to some concessions I made to your father." Hela would not accept Odin as her father when she had rejected him so many years ago. Each spiteful action he had committed since then had done little more than to reinforce Hela’s decision to break with the Odinson patriarch.