Haunted Wood I'm gonna smoke you out

following her fight with Valour, she'd crept off to her den, bloodied and hurting. that night had been fraught with terrors, bloodied images of her mother, her sister. she'd woken to feel the earth move under her, rolling in a way she hadn't felt before. heart in her throat, she clenched shut her eyes and willed it away—as if obeying her command, the earth still again after a few seconds. 

sleep is a far-flung thing, and so she creeps out of the hollow, making for the river. on the banks, Hela pauses, glimpsing at the image of herself mirrored there. it is too dark, and the river too fast flowing, to make out any detail. she is merely a shadow on the current, disturbed when she pushes her burning face below the surface, the frigid water burning, and then numbing, her face.