Her brothers had failed, fled, in fact. They left their world in favor of Midgard, leaving the people of Asgard at Hela's mercy. Or lack of. The carnage and brutality was all she'd wanted for centuries, but she was surprised at the lack of support her people had for their new Queen.

Her lips turned up into a smile as she gazed at the empty homes and buildings of her latest conquest. Her cape flowed freely behind her as she strode confidently through the rubble. A cough breaks her out of her musings as she turns to see who dares survive.

Crunching over the destroyed landscape in her heels, she leans down to the crouching figure, their hiding spot having failed them.

"Aw, look at you shaking. Your people have abandoned you, pet." She coos cruelly, though she makes no move to hurt the trembling Asgardian.