From Hela Half-Rotted to Ullr, Son of SifTwisted fingers achingI will not ask for help.My twisted spine forms knobs of painI will not ask for sympathy.Half my face ruined; eyes avertedI will not ask for tolerance.Bereft and banished; they will not gaze at such as she!I will not ask for acceptance.My tenderest touch; my most loving wordsCannot express to youHow much your love has saved me.Ironic that the God of WinterUnfroze my heart!
A Hela Half-Rotted Snippet: The Night PoolThe air of Asgard was leaden with heat, warming up a day that was perfect for its children to assemble at their favorite pond once their labors at Bragi's boring little school were over. Nearly two dozen young people splashed and dove and shrieked and ducked one another as the sun made its slow way across a blue sky lightly flecked with puffy clouds.Hela Lokisdottir sat on the bank watching them, swaddled in her customary gown and cloak, its hood carefully concealing the left side of her face. She had never been in a pond -- bodies of water in Jotunheim were cold enough to stop your heart if you were addled enough to dive into one. Neither could she swim as the children before her because she had little strength in her left side and feared that if she tried she would sink like a stone.Ullr was away, busy helping his stepfather Thor. Hnossa's mother Freyja, the goddess of beauty, had taken it into her head that if her child insisted on spending time with that monster daughter of Loki