Prologue:

A pair of green eyes rolled at the scene before them. A small black and white husky pup sat wiggling in a little girl's lap, it's tongue lapping at her chin as her giggles littered the air. It was the closest to his true form that he could take without arousing suspicions from the mortals. And truth be told, she was certain that he got a kick out of acting like the puppy he insisted he wasn't.

It was a usual occurrence, not that he would admit to such. Every Sunday as the girl's parents led her out of the tiny white church, they would stop by the park to let the girl finally free herself of her confining shoes and ridiculous braids. The moment she had plopped herself down, he would always pad his way over, the girl always recognizing her friend instantly. Her fluffy friend, as she had taken to calling him.

The raven-haired beauty made sure to tease him about it daily.

He, of course, didn't realize that she too made constant visits to the girl in the image of her younger self. With no one other than the little girl witnessing her existence, she had been shrugged off as an imaginary friend. She would receive ridicule herself if he ever knew.

There was one missing, of course, though she knew there weren't many small, black snakes that lived in these parts. He thought his appearance went unnoticed, but she had kept a close eye on them all.

"Father would love to hear this," she mused after the little girl had given the puppy one last pat before waving and grasping onto the hands on her parents. The husky had bounded over the moment they had left the park and plopped himself down beside where she sat on a secluded bench.

"Don't you dare."

"His ferocious son the picture perfect house pet," she teased.

"And you, the imaginary best friend," he countered in return as her eyes narrowed. So he did know. "The Queen of Death, nothing more than an innocent little girl."

"Oh but you know me, brother, I'm never innocent," a dark grin was sent in his direction.

Shining emerald green eyes rolled as he stood, the park beginning to grow more crowded. It was time for them to go, at least for now.

"Have you heard from father?" he wondered before diving behind a bush, only to return as an adult sized husky.

She frowned, shaking her head as she twisted her black locks while they walked. "You know Odin has banned father from communicating with any of his children since…"

"He would at least know where she was," he pointed out, a sigh sounding from the husky that drew the attention of a couple they passed. She merely sent them a pointed glare and they hurried on their way.

"I've tried to interfere, brother, but I can't even call on him any longer."

"Has he even tried?"

She came to an abrupt stop, glaring down at him. "You know as well as I do that he would go to the ends of the nine realms for her. He did for each of us. Odin won't allow his happiness, for whatever reason."

The husky simply nodded before they reached the alleyway that was usually their parting location.

"If you see dear brother, let him know I'm aware of his little tricks, and to be careful not to poison our own sister," she knelt down, the shadows hiding them as his true form began to manifest. "And take care of yourself."

"Enjoy your throne, sister. Try not to scare too many souls; they're already dead."

Her own form changed, a laugh sounding from her lips. "No promises. Till next time, Fenrir."

"Hela."

Standing to the side, she watched as he leapt in the air before disappearing with a soft pop. Hela gave a glance around before her gaze moved upwards.

"If you can see her, Heimdall, you better have a good reason for not informing father."

With a shudder of the shadows surrounding her, the alleyway was soon empty once more.

Realms away, the golden armoured gatekeeper closed his amber orbs, a sigh sounding as he remembered his King's command.

"Should you find her, Heimdall, she is to be hidden. He is not to know of his daughter's whereabouts."

"Yes Allfather."