"Gah!" Denmark gasped as he awoke. "Where am I?!"
"Sh, sh, shhh. Just relax," came a gentle female voice. "I'm healing you."
"Who are you? What are you doing?" he asked, as he couldn't see a thing. "Am I blind?"
"Temporarily, yes," she said. "I am… reprogramming, as you Midgardians say nowadays. Hel had installed some of her own ideas into your head when she brought you back to life, and they redecorated. You are perfectly safe. I've disconnected your optic nerves as to make it easier for you to relax. As for where you are, you are in Jotunheim."
Denmark opened his mouth, then closed it. He realized that his questions might be answered once he could actually, you know, see.
"And… there!" she said proudly. He could suddenly see again, and the first thing he saw was a young red-haired woman. His head felt heavy, and putting his hands to the top he realized why. There was an iron crown perched there. Looking in a mirror, he could see himself dressed to the nines-