​She was a hell, Detached, deserted, and lonely; As all she touches surrenders to death. ​She wanders in the sandy deserts, Dense clouds, snowy mountains, Resisting to touch creatures alive. ​Until a day when she saw Baldr on Asgard; He was a pure soul with radiant beauty. Hel fell in love with Baldr at the instant. ​She was too hesitant to get closer to him, Worried she could kill him by her embrace; Felt timid over her half-corpse form. ​She followed him everywhere like a shadow, Admired him secretly, loved him deeply; Alas, a day Baldr found the obsession of Hel. ​An aching rush of love surged in him; He dreamed of a peaceful life with Hel, Not aware that her touch could send him to heaven. ​He confessed his love; she broke the truth. A tiny space between them, Baldr met Hel's eyes. ​He saw her depth of love for him; At that instant, he hugged her. He chose to die at the hands of his leman. ​Tears welled up like a river; Hel carried his corpse to Hell With all the mystic power of demons. ​The lifeless form of Baldr was brought back; Hel besotted him with all her love. At the end, wedlock bound in silence of Hell.