Thor Katla stumbles, hand pressed against her glowing chestplate as the serpent necklace flickers weakly. Tears stream down her freckled cheeks, crystalline eyes reflecting both strength and sorrow. Her mouth parts slightly, her breath visible in the cold alien air — alive, human, vulnerable. The camera lingers close on her face, revealing every pore, strand of hair, and glimmer of wetness in her eyes. Lightning in the background softens, thunder rolls distant — the battlefield pauses as if holding its breath. This is the warrior goddess laid bare, reminding us of her humanity within the myth.