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[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel is outdoors, sewing a new glove for herself. It's fairly hard to miss her, if nothing else. She always welcomes those who would speak with her.

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[banished-to.livejournal.com]

"A little of both." Hel says, "It takes Giants, generally, to build for Giants - and though a goddess I have my mother's height. My left arm doesn't work well, nor my left leg, and those who come to my realm lose their minds over the course of a year. It is not a good place. As it is punishment for me as well as them I do not think that I would be allowed comfort."

[theforerunner.livejournal.com]

"Allowed by who?" Because that's the important part, isn't it? Giants can be found -- especially here. And a year is a lot of time.

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

"The gods, little Man." Hel says softly, "Those who threw me into Niflheim in the first place, those who destroyed me because of their fear. Why do you think I hate them?"

[theforerunner.livejournal.com]

At least one of whom is a personal friend. Not that she's from his world. "Hate is an ugly thing."

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

"I was a child when I was thrown from the top level of Yggdrasil to the depths of Niflheim. I fell for longer than ten human lifetimes."