In a vast palace, a woman writhed in pain as she prepared to bring a new life into the world. The palace, though displaying ancient architectural designs, was filled with futuristic technology. Within the high-tech birthing facility, her husband anxiously awaited the arrival of their child. It had been a thousand years since the last child was born in their kingdom, and the anticipation weighed heavily on him. Thirty minutes passed, and a lady entered the room, kneeling down before the king and delivering the joyous news that the queen had given birth to a beautiful baby girl.
The king, none other than the mighty All-Father, Odin, initially felt a twinge of disappointment upon learning that he had a daughter rather than a son. He had hoped for a son who could inherit the throne and continue his legacy. Yet, as quickly as his disappointment emerged, it dissipated, replaced by an overwhelming happiness at the arrival of his first child in a millennium. He wasted no time and called for a grand celebration throughout Asgard, for this day marked a momentous occasion for the entire realm.
Meanwhile, thirty minutes earlier, Jake, our protagonist, began to regain consciousness. Confusion washed over him as he tried to comprehend his surroundings. He felt as if he had been thrown into a sewer and squeezed through a tight pipe, leaving him in excruciating pain. The disorientation and fear of impending death overwhelmed him, bringing him to the verge of tears.
As Jake emerged from his ordeal, his first instinct was to cry, but as he opened his eyes, he was astonished by what he saw. He found himself in a futuristic facility, cradled in the arms of a beautiful woman. The realization that he was now a baby left him even more bewildered. Having read countless fanfictions, he couldn't help but recognize the trope unfolding before him. Despite his astonishment, he knew he had to figure out where he was and make sense of this unexpected situation.
After being cleaned and wrapped in a soft, silk-like cloth, he was placed in his mother's arms. Though visibly weakened, she gazed lovingly at her daughter, her smile lighting up the room. She softly whispered to her newborn, assuring her that she was beautiful and that her father would be overjoyed. Hela, as her mother named her, inherited her mother's captivating looks and striking green eyes. The shock and mix of emotions overwhelmed Hela, leaving her speechless and mad. Her mother chuckled at her daughter's reaction, finding amusement in her expressive face.
Hela's mind raced as she attempted to process the situation. She couldn't believe that she had somehow become a part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe or an alternate universe within the Marvel realm. The gravity of her newfound identity as Hela, the original, all-powerful being capable of wielding Uru and the legendary Mjolnir, sank in. While she grappled with the implications, she couldn't shake off the fear of her father, Odin. What if he intended to use her as a weapon of war or cast her into the depths of hell for 1500 years, mirroring the fate of her comic book counterpart? Despite her worries, Hela found solace in the fact that she had escaped the destroyed planet of her previous life. She recognized the stroke of luck that had bestowed upon her the title of princess, despite the strange feeling of being clothed as a baby. The smoothness of the fabric brought her some comfort, and she reveled in the idea of exploring her new existence. However, she couldn't ignore the fact that she was now a female, and the absence of her male attributes was both surprising and intriguing. Though weariness washed over her, she found solace in the privileges of being a baby and succumbed to a peaceful slumber, hoping that this wasn't all just a dream.
Unbeknownst to Hela, the entire realm of Asgard busied itself with preparations for a grand celebration. Odin, filled with overwhelming joy, checked in on his wife, Frigga, who was awake and smiling. Tenderly, she caressed their daughter's cheeks, cherishing the miraculous moment. As Odin joined his wife, he too gently caressed Hela's cheeks, overwhelmed with happiness and gratitude. He cast a protective spell upon his daughter, well aware of the dangers that lurked, vowing to shield her from any potential harm. With a deep sense of love and pride, Odin and Frigga embraced, reveling in the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.