Hela would currently be walking out of the bedroom. She was clad in a loose white t-shirt and black panties. The only thing that really stood out was the crown she always had on.

She would let out an unapologetically loud yawn, groaning as she sat on one of the stools near the kitchen counter.

“Ugh… darling..!”

She whines out before resting her cheek against the counter’s cool surface, her crown’s sharp protrusions bumping into a few things which were laid out on the surface.

“I’m hungry…”

She soon mumbles out.