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Memories flashed through Hel's dreams, memories of her long-forgotten past. When she was merely a young girl, lost in the woods of an Ancient, now destroyed, and reformed world.
She had very little memories of being with her mother, aside from her first two years of life, which she spent with her and her two other siblings. Recalling such ancient times made her feel a strange sort of nostalgia.
Memories of seeing her mother sitting above the grass while smiling back at her, while she caressed her little head, or as she watched over her while she played with the little wolf pup that was Fenrir, or the tiny playful snake that was Jormungandr.
"Graarr!"
Hel often roared like her siblings, trying to imitate their voices, however, she often came out adorable than frightening.
"Woof! Awoo!"