Helheim was a dark place with Hell fire burning as dark as coals. It was what the Nine Realms tried to avoid but realized what it was. Yes, it was a pit of fire but they did not see even the most tortured of souls find joy in their loves. They did not see the wonder, though little, that they had is this realm.

Yes, it was a dark place but even the dark is cast out if only a little by the light. This is how Hela, Queen of Helheim knew when her Father had come. It brought joy that her father was here to see her. Though it felt…different. Her basic instincts tried to warn her but she did not listen.

With grace that excluded her royal heritage and position she raised herself from the Throne her Father had crafted for her. She elegantly rose and walked to the place she knew her father to be. Hela did not worry. Her Father was skilled in magic and able to wait for a short time. So she walked briskly but not outright running as some might have. With joy in her heart she almost skipped the last of the distance.

When Hela found his soul, she could not rejoice. She could only mourn over the loss of her precious father whose burden just became too much. For his soul was beaten and darkened unlike the brilliant green it used to be.

"The soul reflects the mind and the heart combining to form the body that gets its breathe from the Universe itself."

'Why?' Hela thought. Why her father whose destiny was so bright it eclipsed the moon. Why was he rejected when he was the best? When he saved their lives. When he sacrificed all he had to get something that was given to Thor freely.

Because of Odin. That fool who saw a child that could save him and bring him glory took him in then rejected him for his 'better' son. As he was the AllFather, her father was not his son.

"A father is the one who cares unashamedly for his children. One who loves them though they had done wrong."

Hela was not blind like those ignorant fools. Even though she was not alone in this opinion no one spoke up. The realms and their leaders all saw what happen to him. They became his friends and adored him but they only met every diplomatic issue and those were uncommon. If they ever associated with him otherwise they would punish her Father. For what?

"You are more loyal to them! I who raised you. I who give you food. I who give your name honor. Why do you not give me your loyalty?!"

"I do father! I do!You have always had it!"

"Liar! Send him to his chambers for punishment for 3 days with no substance. You are never to associate with them again! Nay I say unto you!"

This did not stop his journey. He had walked bravely into an arena where he was stoned with words, false accusations, and lies.

"Disgusting. He should nay have been born. He is a woman in man's body. Who is he compared to us, the mighty warriors of Asgard. A disgrace and deception and brings shame to Odin's court."

It was not yet until he was almost at his destiny that a sword plunged through his heart and mind.

"No Loki."

The sword of rejection from the one he needed it from most.

It was not the accusations of liar and tricksters and murderer that broke his spirit. It was him that flew on wings that had become crippled long ago by the weight of the world.

Odin was the one to place the rock that brought him from his destiny and down, down, down from the skies that gave him his freedom. They took from him the ability to pass the clouds. They kept him in a rolling thunderstorm and as his head almost broke through they struck him with lightning to fall hard to the ground below.

They did not realize that someone who would pick him up from the earth and mend his wounds. Hela did not envy her Father for he had a great destiny. It broke her heart. The more he had tried, the harder he fell. The more he had tried to be worthy,

'Worthiness is always inside. Remember that you are worthy Hela.'

The more they cast him out with words of "Ergi…Trickster…Liar…Thief…Dark One…Disgrace…Not one of us." If the AllMother had seen his future she would have been better to give him merciful death. He deserved, he always had.

Her mind resolute, she called a prayer to the Great One that her father may have a second chance. The soul remained beaten and shattered as she cupped his cheek with tender fondness. Her prayer was answered by the Great One as her Father morphed into a child. A Jotun child in a basket of Midgardian weave.

"But…"

A sense of peace washed over her. Her Father would be okay. The Great One was working and he knew what he was doing. As she kissed the child's brow she imbedded magic into his so that his parents may know what he was.

As the child faded completely she smiled. As she hadn't in a very, very long time.

"Sweet and pleasant life little Father."