Intercepting the Three Warriors, Hela's Wicked Sense of Humor

"Carry him and follow me."

The Goddess casually tossed out those words, turned her giant wolf around, and rode away.

Volstagg and Hogun exchanged glances, then hurriedly stepped forward to check on Fandral's condition.

Though not quite accustomed to their current soul, or undead, forms, they finally breathed sighs of relief upon seeing the large, swollen bump on Fandral's head.

Lifting Fandral between them, Volstagg and Hogun both hesitated.

"What do we do, Hogun?"

"Follow her."

"What? You're deciding just like that?!"

"Volstagg, do you know what place this is?"

"I don't know..."

"Are there any other people here?"

"No..."

"If we don't follow, how are we supposed to figure out where we are?"

"But... what if this woman wants to do us harm?"

"Take a look at Fandral, Volstagg. Do you think either of us could beat her?"

"..."

At that moment, an impatient wolf howl echoed from ahead.

Awoooo!

Volstagg shuddered and hastily said, "You're right, Hogun! Let's hurry and follow!"

The two of them lifted Fandral and rushed in pursuit.

They walked for who knows how long before arriving at the foot of a towering, jagged mountain riddled with interlocking stone spikes.

Panting heavily with his hands on his hips, Volstagg wheezed, "Hoo-hah... hoo-hah..."

"How, how much longer until we're there?"

The giant wolf glanced back at him, a flicker of disdain flashing in its lupine eyes, and let out a howl toward the summit: Awooo!

Volstagg's expression instantly collapsed. "By Odin, we still have to climb to the top?!"

The Goddess looked back and cast a cold glance at him. "I'll give you a quarter of an hour..."

"Whichever of you fails to climb up, I'll personally turn into a mindless Ash Wraith."

Thinking of the translucent, wispy, grey-fog-like ghosts he had seen along the way,