Hel was sitting on the throne in her castle in Nifilheim and pondering the meaning of her existence. She stands up from the throne and walks towards the window and looks into the dark world of Nifilheim.

"...It is such a dark world," she murmurs. "Despite my best efforts to make it more enjoyable for the dead here, it will forever remain the world of darkness to which the souls of those unable to enter Valhalla must come... Millennia have passed and I was still unable to change anything."

She hears a knock on the door to the entrance of the throne room.

"You may enter," Hel calls out. As the door creaks open, her stern expression softens noticeably when she sees her lover standing in the doorway—one of the souls residing in Nifilheim with whom she has formed an unexpected and forbidden connection.

"Oh, it's you," she says, the weariness leaving her voice. "I missed you so much."