Hela - Queen of Hel

Art of Hela, the Queen of Hel, realm of the dead, for an Avengers fanfic that's been floating around in my head for a while now.

The backstory for my take on Hela:
When last she'd seen her so called Uncle, she'd been but a child, banished to the cold realm of Hel. To be it's queen, they said. To rule the dead, they said. She knew better. Like her brothers, Sleipnir, Jormungandr and Fenris before her she was being cast out because she was different. Because she had control over the dead and of death itself. Her arcane magic, not as powerful as that of her father but nearly so, frightened though supposed to be her kin.

But she was no longer a child, frightened and crying for her father as her so called grandfather banished her to cold and darkness. She held her head high as she calmly strolled across the crowded room, magic flaring at her fingertips as she drew nearer to the Thunder God.

(I redid this image using Katie McGrath because after watching Merlin I came to love her acting and thought she'd be a perfect representation of Hela.)