"No god should have dominion over death who has so little appreciation for life.” This is what the former Asgardian executioner said to the Allfather's face, once she had achieved the mercifulness he himself ordered her to find, the same he himself lacked in that very same hypocritical moment.

No one in the 9 Realms that knew of the Goddess ruler of Helheim would have expected her to learn of the meaning of the word “Mercy”, and yet she successfully had, proving herself worthy of the title with the heaviest crown in all of Yggrasil's branches, but she had somehow achieved it with the help… of a Midgardian, a mere simple mortal made her step down from the stepping stone she believed was hers by right, letting her finally see eye-to-eye with the rest of the souls she once did not even hypothesize to care about as much as she now does.

When asked what she wanted in the end, she said "Freedom. Freedom from control. The freedom to choose my own path.” And what freedom is better than the one she now has? The freedom of not being hated but instead respected for the natural force of the Cosmos she represents, worshipped for the Goddess She is, and even loved, by the only mortal soul that could claim the one who was destined to claim every single one… And of course, what bigger freedom is there than the one the Ruler of the 9 now liberated Realms?

With Victor Von Doom's Timestream Entanglement resolved and every Brave warrior returned to their home timelines, all that was left for the Merciful Queen was simply to maintain the peace she had finally achieved, resolve whatever issue she might have had, manage to keep the freedom of all the 9 Realms while keeping her role of Queen of both Asgard and Hellheim… and rest with her mortal concubine whenever the time left her.

With both realms seemingly peaceful, her subject souls proceeding to conclude all minor jobs, and with the Throne Room momentarily empty except for the Queen and her mortal lover, it luckily was one of those times.