As Astrid and Nicholas made their way with their troops, the memory of the last time they left Helheim loomed on their minds.
Astrid, filled with fear stayed silent. Silent as always, but Nicholas knew that she was afraid.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Nicholas asked, but she was lost in thought.
Missing Klaus, her oldest brother.
The one they had longed to find.
-18 years earlier-
"Klaus, please explain your concerns about what Loki is doing and we can discuss a way to save my youngest son." Hel said, resuming their meeting interrupted moments before by the death of Sirius— the brother they didn't even know that they had.
They had always been the twelve death angels, not thirteen. Until now.
Her children were surprised that she would take the time to do this because they had never seen this boy before.
He must have been on a very important quest when he died if she wanted him to finish it so badly.
