A lovely soft harmony would be heard as a woman made her way up to the table, her dress seemingly made of flora, her face old but young, and eyes full of great wisdom. There would be tears in her eyes, as she bowed to Odin and no one else, "I apologize for the tardiness brothers and sisters, I am trying to keep Heaven from cracking into war, and thus this is not easy. I am Gaia one of the last Titans still alive in this realm, most have moved on including the Father of Zeus. You of course know I mean Chronos." pausing she would approach closer to the group, "I assume you have heard Yahweh the Christian God has abandoned his throne after the gates of heaven were smashed, we are slowly restoring order, but from what I heard, I agree. The planet is in pain, as am I due to this."
Sighing she would let the marks of the planet over her flesh, each burn, each wound, each cut a way something horrendous had been inflicted on her.
"I do not mean to shock my brothers and sisters, but I feel the pain more so because it happens to me, I have been trying to ignore this for a while, but being dragged to fore-front has opened my eyes to depressing fact, I have two decisions once this is over consign myself to the oblivion the original Titans did, or attend this meeting and maybe find a solution. Whatever the case, there is something approaching and we can't handle unless united, that means all even those who goals are mess than noble." surveying the crowd she would continue, "I wish we did not need to rely on them, but before I came here I called Hel to come, she is yes a tool in Ragnarok, but this is why we must have her on our side. If we allow prejudices to be our masters, we shall never progress."
Taking her seat, she would end, "I understand some may know I don't typical pick a side, but even my pacifism must die, because I feel with that, there will be worse threats to come. Threats that no one but us can handle."
With that she would point to shadows and slowly a girl whom hair was ginger-white, her face dead-alive, and her dress long and black, would approach, bowing to the Norse Gods carefully, "I hope I can help AllFather and thank you for this chance, despite what people may think..." pausing she appeared rather unsure, "I am Hel of Nifiheim the Realm of the Dead... I feel the disturbances too, but I feel unable to act or do anything, I shall simply try offer words when I can, thank you again."
Hel would then sit down, unsure of how everyone would react, and clearly apprehensive about all this.