Odin's temporary cabin.
Andrew withdrew the Light of the Mind enveloping Little Hela and told Frigga, "Queen, Little Hela will keep dreaming about Hela over the next few days, but they'll be child-friendly versions, just like before."
"We can't put this off for too long. The longer we wait, the more likely Little Hela is to notice something wrong."
Frigga stroked Little Hela's head as she spoke worriedly. Odin said, "Don't worry. It won't take too long."
"It certainly won't."
Andrew smiled and said, "Once this is over, I'll bring Hela here. She's much more trouble than Little Hela, so you'd better be ready."
"That's all right. I have plenty of time now, anyway. A livelier home would be nice."
Frigga didn't mind. She said, "Oh, once this is over, I'll go to the Branch Universe to see Thor. I hear he's suffered quite a bit over there."
"He's practically a ball now."
Odin sighed. Frigga gave him an annoyed smack. Was that any way to talk about his own son? Surely Thor couldn't be fatter than this old man?
Andrew didn't stay long. He took Odin back to the Branch Universe.
Not long after Andrew left, Little Hela's brow furrowed in pain. Wisps of Hela's source power were entering her body.
The Branch Universe.
Hela slowly opened her eyes, looking somewhat puzzled. Then she shook her head and continued resurrecting Fenrir.
Hela had no friends. Fenrir was the only living creature she cared about.
Before long, Fenrir came back to life and rubbed his enormous head against Hela. A rare smile appeared on her cold face.
Just then, a spatial vortex appeared before Hela. On the other side stood Ultron, shrouded in darkness.
Ultron had spent the intervening time in the Dark Dimension, preparing his trump card with