The shriek of laughter that left Hela’s throat was high-pitched and made every hair stand up on the back of Hermione’s neck. "How adorable you are, thinking you have control over me any longer. I am assuming the Allfather is dead, which means I am free to do as I please." She wiggled her fingers and a long, deadly sword appeared in her palm. "After I destroy you petty fools, I will take what is rightfully mine and return unto Hel where I shall plan to take over the rest of this insignificant universe."