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Yup. Hel promptly forgot about it. Really, the ghoul did have a case of ADHD…and then time passed without any reminders…and then it was really gone from her mind.

Today, the reaper was having a bit of a lazy day. She was sprawled out on her floor, nesting on a huge a** pile of Spookday news papers she had bought out from a stand Mac liked to usually get his papers from. It was a spite stack, the best kind, and it was very comfy. She also had a collection of cottage home magazines scattered around her, and was flipping through one of them looking over floor plans. She chewed on the end of her pen, pausing as there was a knock on her door.

Pushing herself up from her news paper nest, she made her way over to the door, and then opened it.

She then stared.

Kettil…doing that weird thing again…there was something tugging on her mind that said he was doing this for a reason that she had forgot—

OH.

Hel snapped her fingers. “Ya!” She then moved back into her room, leaving her door open, and dove under her bed.

There were the sounds of thuds coming from underneath Hel’s bed…that was the ghoul shoving boxes around in search of one in particular. “I need to ******** go through these…” She muttered to no one in particular, and huffed.

She shimmied back out a few moments later, with one shoe box in particular, and sat up, with the box before her. She loosely gestured to the spot across from her in a ‘come come’ motion. “Ya, light…I suppose!” She answered, distracted as she opened the box and stared down at all the pictures. “Just gathering ideas for my own cottage.”

Hel’s hands moved to the box, where she finally started flipping through the large stacks of Polaroid photos. Her brows were furrowed in concentration. “Build it myself…? Ah…well, I had been planning to…but Gramps pointed out that I should get professionals…so that it is not lopsided.” She sounded a bit sarcastic…but he was probably right. SIGH. “I mean, I will have them do the foundation, frame, plumbing and electric, but aside from those…I will do everything else…” She trailed off. “…Mmm, ya! I will accept your help.”

She found a picture, pulled it out, and then looked it over. She smiled a bit, fondly. “Ah…obviously I was not born yet…but Mother had this laying around in a box back home, so she let me have it.” Hel handed over the photo then. It was of an infant Freya, bundled up in a stitched lined blanket with fur trim, wearing a cute little cap with a little tuft of blonde nearly white hair sticking out with rosy cheeks.

Hel just snorted, amused, in regards to Kettil’s comment about flushing lights, and went back to flipping through the box of photos. She found quite a lot of photos of herself as well. It was rather odd to see. A little two toned ghoul with braided pig tails and little fluffy wings on her back. It felt like a whole other ghoul, really. She skipped over those, though, and was searching more for Freya.

She pulled out another. A baby Freya sleeping on her stomach in a hand that could have easily enclosed her and hidden her from view. She handed it to Kettil. “That is Freya being held by Father.” Holding an entire baby in one hand…yeah. The man was massive, and Kettil no doubt had heard stories. Hel pulled out another, and Freya was progressively getting a bit older. The babe was sitting in a high chair…with no teeth…gumming a piece of beef jerky. Hel snickered at that.

“As you can see, she started her love for meat at a very young age.”

“Probably.” She chuckled, amused. Flipping through more, Hel was rapidly getting a stack of Freya photos. She just kept on handing them to Kettil. A little Freya wobbling uncertainly on her feet in a large pair of bloomers, a little Freya and a little Freya clone sitting in a mud puddle together. A Freya in all kinds of frilly dresses with bows in her hair, a little Freya with her mouth full of meat. In each photo she handed Freya got a bit older, until Hel paused, looking at one picture in particular, and a smirk just stretched across her lips.

“…Oh goodie.” Hel purred in delight. “The teen years.” She cackled, and then showed Kettil the picture. “That was Freya putting on make up for the first time by herself.”

She looked like a circus clown.

“Ya, pretty much.” Hel snorted, and then pulled out another one, and cackled loudly. “OH. This one was one of my favorites.” She gleed. “See…there was this one time Freya really wanted curly hair…so she saved up the seeds to by that thing that perms…and well…it did not turn out so well.”

She showed Kettil the picture. Freya had a fro. A serious fro. She was also about to lunge at the camera with pure murder in her eyes.

Kettil giggling and laughing just made Hel laugh more. She was cackling as she kept going through the box. “Ya…pretty bad, right?” She hummed a bit as she searched, and cackled once more. “Oh…This one, Freya got all pretty for the school dance she was going to…but it also happened to be the same night Papa was making his special rib dinner…the one time he cooks really, and that is to make ribs, anyways…Freya really wanted some before the dance…oh…and she got herself some.”

Hel handed the picture over to him.

Freya looked like a disaster. The dress she was wearing…you thought it was blue…under all the barbeque sauce. “…Oh, oh!” She handed another one to Kettil…this one was of Freya snuggled up to a mop, caressing it lovingly with the dopiest smile on her face, while also holding a mug of ale. “She tried out drinking me. She only made a half a mug in. I can drink that ghoul under a dam…she is a light weight.”