Hel has been listening to all this rather impassively. It's amusing to listen to him argue amongst himselves, in a way.

"Yes, whatever it is I do. Freya isn't here. She would hardly come to me for comfort. My brothers live." She regards them all, sighs and shakes her head. "We have searched for her, and found nothing. She is likely either far beyond your reach, or in the lands close to her home."