"Thor, my darling, tell me your father is all right," Frigga said, clenching tightly at Thor's hands. She knew there was a desperate edge to her voice that she took no care to disguise now. She needed news of Odin, and couldn't be content with any conversation until she had confirmation that he had also survived this battle.

"I am glad that I can still be a comfort to you," Frigga answered; she was glad that she could still be a comfort to both her sons. It was still an adjustment to see them so grown, to hear of both their trials and accomplishments, but she suspected, no matter what their age, she would always see them as the small toddlers she had taken upon their knee, trying in vain to get them to behave while she told them a story before bedtime.