As a child Hel had been educated by a great number of scholars. From the drab Olga who made the girl write lines every time she mixed up the realms history, to the gentle oaf Sigmundr who taught the girl how to throw a blade. Her education had been thorough and often times taxing on the girl who spent more time in the study than anywhere else. Something Odin was pleased with as the mere sight of her often made him recoil in fear. The look of horror on his face something she'd learned not to acknowledge. He'd never seen her as anything more than an abomination. Nor had he the decency to acknowledge her bróðirs existence.

He feared what his infinite wisdom could not explain. Hel was one of those things.

Odin was nothing like her amma who loved them all without judgement.

Yet now, none of that truly mattered as a tense smile crossed her lips. Green eyes like an emerald fire igniting the plump secretary with the audacity to talk down to the goddess. She was death, a being to be respected and feared in equal measure. Forgiving and spiteful. She offered kindness to those who needed it, and disgust to those who deserved it. Even Odin had enough sense to respect the girl to her face.

"I don't know how it's done in Sweden," She sneered, tone indicating the word left a sour taste on her tongue. The malice burning in the darkened iris' gaining the goddesses ire. "But here, you need all your vaccines and documentation to attend classes."

Hel merely rolled her eyes at the woman's theatrics. She'd be dead within the week anyway, so she saw no point in addressing her unpleasant behavior. Why waste her breath? "I'm sure if you look again, you'll find everything you need."

The scowl didn't leave her thin lips, even as her eyes trailed the blank sheets of parchment in her hand. Hel's magic seeping into her mind as she pushed past the flimsy mental barrier with ease. "Birth certificate, transfer records, vaccinations, proof of residence. Need I continue?"

The smirk on her lips made the woman's scowl deepen. "No, the-the pages must've been stuck together."

Hel hummed. "Yes, because you weren't just flipping through them for the past five minutes."

The woman gave her a tense smile. One as false as her teeth. "Like I said, they must've been stuck."

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The moment the two boys realized the precious human doppelgänger was missing became the highlight of Hel's morning. The two brothers arguing like children as Hel brushed past. Her books held close to her chest as she listened in with rapt fascination. She knew where the doppelgänger was of course. A simple tracking spell keeping the goddess clued to her location as the previous nights events remained branded within her mind. Everything had gone according to plan. All thanks to little miss Lucy Bennett who proved her families unwavering loyalty to the goddess of death. Thanks to Lucy, Hel had the one thing all of the doppelgängers allies would kill to get their hands on.

It was the one thing that would drag her into the conflict she knew was coming. It was not a coincidence that three doppelgänger's collided, the moonstone was found, and Elena was kidnapped. She had a sinking suspicion the hybrid would attempt to break his curse, eventually drawing the travelers to the small Virginian town. It was a conflict she hoped would hold some form of excitement for the girl quickly growing bored with all the petty teen drama.

It's all the boy, Matt, could prattle on about. He couldn't tell her anything exciting, nothing he told her made the goddess see the doppelgänger as anything more that a pathetic knock-off of the original. Where Amara was sweet, innocent, and naïve, Elena had proven to be rather manipulative, self centered, and entitled. Seems the similarities between Amara and her doppelgänger's where only skin deep. Which was about as deep as the current doppelgänger was. Her entire personality perfectly summed up in a few words.

Maybe it's a fetish. Both Salvatore's getting off on shallow harlots with "big soulful eyes." Who was she kidding. They where more like actresses playing the part of an innocent woman entranced by the idea of immortality. Pretending their mortality was untouchable as they dove head first into vampiric messes.

They where all destined to die, one way or another. Whether they came back to life however...that was up to her.

She was death after all.

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Translations-

Bróðirs-Brothers

Amma-Grandmother

FYI everyone this is a Kol Mikaelson pairing.