"Yeah, like," Magnus says, and stops to actually think through how to phrase this. He goes slow, since Little John had told him he's prone to speeding through things. "Summer exists between the extremes of the fires of Muspellheim, which is the primordial World of fire, where all the fire giants live. Like Surt, the one who killed me and who's going to eventually kill my dad, too. And the ice of Niflheim, which is the primordial World of ice, so cold that even I almost froze to death there. Peace exists between the extremes of the kind of war-like-ness that the Aesir gods and most einherjar prefer, and inaction. Since Frey is the Summer-and-Peace God I'm, like, fundamentally Diplomacy Dude. I don't pick sides or go to extremes, usually. Hel rules Helheim, which is a completely cold and lifeless World where all the dishonorable dead go. She represents an extreme, in Ragnarok, because it's the dead of Helheim who the einherjar of Valhalla are fated to fight against until everyone's, like, dead for real and disintegrating into Ginnungagap. So I guess I'm probably at least a little resistant to her, um. Methods."