Jotunheim Royal Court, a world of ice and snow.
Hela, brought down from the main ship by Beckett with no power to resist, couldn't help but shiver. It was cold. Hela hadn't yet grown to the same level as her father, Odin, and the severe cold of the Jotunheim Royal Court could still affect her.
Not to mention, her current condition was quite dire. Space jumps were clearly not friendly to her severe injuries.
"Woz, make the entire fleet go invisible and stand by." Beckett, dressed in a black combat suit, casually tossed Hela into the snow and raised his wrist to issue a command. A brilliant blue screen popped up in front of Beckett from the silver metal wristband. It was the intelligent mechanical lifeform, Woz, requesting Beckett to grant it operational permission.
"Your Highness Beckett, are you absolutely sure about this?"
The Other, holding the Azure Scepter, surveyed the vast expanse of white surrounding them before turning to gaze at Beckett's face, respectfully offering his suggestion.
Directly marching an army to confront the Frost Giants head-on.
Even though Hela's Unlimited Blade Works had already caused more than half of the Chitauri soldiers to be lost, this was not a concern for The Other. The remaining Chitauri soldiers were still numerous enough to be considered a vast force. In The Other's opinion, rather than letting this Hela Odinsdottir act as a guide, it would be better to let him lead the Chitauri army to attack the Frost Giant's royal palace. With the Chitauri soldiers creating a diversion, it was believed that no matter what Beckett intended to do, there would be fewer obstacles.
However, his suggestion was rejected by Woz.
As the stronghold of the Frost Giant race, the royal palace was naturally equipped with protective barriers. According to Woz's calculations, the Chitauri soldiers' firepower was insufficient to instantly tear through the guardian barrier above the Frost Giant's royal palace. On the contrary, it would expose the fact that Beckett had already arrived at the Jotunheim Royal Court. Knowing that Beckett was the Son of Thanos, the Frost Giant King Laufey would naturally become extremely vigilant due to Beckett's identity, after all, behind Beckett stood the powerful figure of the Centaurus Galaxy, the Titan known by the title of World Destroyer – Thanos.
Quietly enter the palace, no cannons, no guns. This was the plan Woz formulated after considering the current situation. Bringing Hela down from the warship was also for this very purpose. After all, among the few present, only Hela had accompanied Odin to the Jotunheim Royal Court and entered the Frost Giants' royal palace.
Although that peace talk ended unpleasantly because Odin disagreed with the compensation proposed by the Jotunheim giants, causing Hela to not stay long in the royal palace, it was considered acceptable for Beckett and his companions. At the very least, it was better than going in blind.
Coupled with Hela's identity as the daughter of Odin, there was no need to worry about her betraying Beckett and his companions, exposing them under Laufey's nose midway. She was the perfect guide.
"And more importantly, Hela Odinsdottir's condition is not good. If we bring her along, there's a high chance we'll be discovered by the Frost Giants."
The Other paused, pointing his right index finger at Hela, who was still curled up in the snow. As the guide, Hela looked so sickly that she could die at any moment. He really didn't have high hopes that she could perfectly hold on until Beckett obtained the Casket of Ancient Winters.
"Do you Asgardians have a weakness for the cold?"
Striding in front of Hela, Beckett squatted down and lifted the woman's chin with his right hand. He hadn't expected this. Logically, a race that aspired to conquer the Nine Realms shouldn't be afraid of the cold.
"Nonsense."
Enduring the biting cold and looking at Beckett, who, despite wearing a loose combat suit, showed no reaction to the terrible weather of the Jotunheim Royal Court, Hela coldly retorted.
She made up her mind to increase her training intensity upon returning to Asgard. The proud Princess refused to be inferior to anyone except her father, Odin.
"Your Highness Beckett, it seems Hela Odinsdottir's internal injuries are too severe. I recommend administering a dose of anesthetic." The screen that popped up from the silver wristband instantly filled Beckett's vision. After scanning Hela with a brilliant blue light, dense data appeared before Beckett.
According to Woz's calculations, Hela, in normal condition, would have had no major issues stepping onto the Jotunheim Royal Court. At most, she would have just needed to wear an extra coat for warmth.
"What do you want to do?" Upon hearing Woz's suggestion, a sense of vigilance instinctively arose in Hela's heart. Especially when an object resembling a syringe appeared in Beckett's hand, her vigilance intensified.
"Just give you an injection."
The silver syringe twirled in Beckett's hand before piercing straight into Hela's neck. Hela, who wanted to say something but suddenly couldn't speak, curled up in the icy snow after Beckett withdrew his hand.
An indescribable pain, accompanied by the nutrient fluid injected into Hela's body, spread to every part of her body, roughly repairing her severe injuries.
Pain is often followed by rebirth.
After curling up in the snow for a while, Hela was astonished to discover that more than half of her severe injuries had already recovered, and even the speed of her power recovery had increased slightly.
"This is a gift from Your Highness Beckett." The loyal subordinate, The Other, immediately jumped out, his eyes filled with jealousy.
Using universal healing fluid to treat injuries was a privilege only he enjoyed under Beckett. Why should this captured prisoner also enjoy it?
"One dose is enough for your body to recover the ability to move freely. Now, stand up and take me to the royal palace treasury in your memory." Looking at Hela, whose face was still pale and a few beads of sweat still on her forehead, Beckett stood with his hands behind his back and commanded.
As one of the treasures of the Frost Giant race, Hela had naturally researched the location of the Casket of Ancient Winters. This was also the reason why she hadn't been killed by Beckett.
If he wanted to quietly take the Casket of Ancient Winters, the guide Hela had to exist.
"Isn't this precisely the purpose of you actively revealing your understanding of Jotunheim? Now, as you wish, lead the way."
Beckett's gaze was as cold as a knife, piercing Hela's heart with every look. A flush of a smile suddenly appeared on the latter's pale cheeks. Staggering to her feet, she reached out to take the plush coat Beckett threw at her.
"Do you know, the last person who dared to storm Laufey's treasury like this was turned into a permanent ice sculpture by him."
"That's because he failed."
"How do you know you won't fail?"
"Because I never fail." Beckett looked up, towards the light obscured by ice and snow above the Jotunheim Royal Court:
"As long as I wish it, fate will stand by my side."
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