There sat Hela in her tall chair, judicious and impassive, long black waist length hairs flowed over her shoulders and down to her waist while listening to Loki’s strange tale unfold. No balloon dared appear above her raven-crowned head. When at last the tale was completed, Hela nodded satisfied, gratified at least for the first time she had at last heard the truth from his lips and gently touched her twin’s hand in sympathy. With her gaze shifted from Loki to Thor, Thor poised the puzzling dilemma.
"So the question is when I am to dream, I am either to become who I am or always was as Loki postulates –a choice of fate—or as Thor suggests, I am who I always have been in my humanity but I can choose to incorporate aspects of my dream-self, but not be governed by it – a destiny forged by choice. Have a summarized my dilemma?" She let her gaze drift from between both brothers. Their silence seemed to confirm what was yet to befall her.
She rolled into an easy red smile, the large room has fair grown too heavy with the weaving of strange dark tales but October was the perfect time for such matter to stir the air. As she rose from her chair, Hela gently removed the now cooling kettle from the table hugging it against her chest. "Thor," she sweetly charmed, "Would you be so kind as come into the kitchen to help me pick the next brew. There are far too many canisters on high shelves for one such as I to reach and you have good taste in second service teas."
She purposely waited for the Thor to leave the room and down the hall before she walk around the table before stopping at Loki’s shoulder, the temperature in the room beginning to chill when words darkly familiar counsel emerged, "You should have killed the All-Father when he was sleeping. Asgard’s spine and spirit would have broken in one fell swoop and none would have the strength to dispute your claim. Now His eye will never leave you." Then stepped away with a perfectly pleasant face, the heat from the fireplace warmed the room, Hela hugging the cold tea as if all she had said had vanished with the cold spell down. The raven-crowned woman left for the hallway and the kitchen for more tea.
"So what delights have you found," she cheerfully asked Thor looking amongst the colorfully decorated loose-leaf tea canisters strew across the countertops.