The Yggdrasil coffin was large enough. Frigga and Sif were not particularly large women, and there was even some room to spare with both of them inside.
They ultimately settled on a sliding lid, since it looked more aesthetically pleasing. From the outside, the box appeared seamlessly sealed; unless someone was specifically told, they would never guess there were people inside.
"Good thing they have divine bodies and can survive in a vacuum. If they were ordinary people, this plan probably wouldn't work."
Chatting with Hela behind him, Deathstroke hoisted the coffin and walked toward the gates of the Hall of Heroes. He set it down and pushed it like a sled. Sure enough, Yggdrasil's roots could pass through the invisible barrier, smoothly slipping a small corner into the Golden Light.
Then he flicked his wrist and unleashed his strength. With a whoosh, the coffin was shoved inside as though being fed into an incinerator.
"You said this still isn't over. What are you planning to do next?" Hela crossed her arms. She had no interest in Deathstroke's earlier cold joke; she only found it cold.
"The Hall of Heroes itself has no direct connection to Yggdrasil. Asgard can be viewed as a leaf, and Odin is a bug on that leaf. The Hall of Heroes, then, is bug shit. Next, I need to pluck it off and temporarily put it in your Underworld."
Even as he spoke, Deathstroke had already started moving without asking for Hela's permission.
He took a small blue cube from his belt pouch, held it in his hand, brought it close to his face, and whispered a few words to it. The next second, before Hela even saw anything unusual, the entire Hall of Heroes suddenly rose into the air.
Then Deathstroke removed the Cloak