Nothing was sitting well with her right now, it didn't matter how well her ladies... or even her husband, tried to placate her. Only Fulla and Gna knew the details, therefore they understood why she was so deeply unsettled. Well, Vidar knew as well since he had been present, but he was busy with his own relationship-we'll-not-tell-Frigg-about. Though, Philotes was more likely to show up with a basket of muffins than claw her face off... that was not bothersome. Thor... Frigg doubted she'd see her baby brother anytime soon.
Ever since the horrific incident involving Ninkasi and Bast, all the blood and panic, and Hermod... and...
Frigg had started taking her tea with a shot of whisky. There was no way to broach the subject with her son, no matter how much she wanted to. He obviously didn't trust her enough to come to her originally, so now... now, even though she was worried sick, she would have to wait for him to come to her when he was ready. Or... maybe not. Maybe she'd force him to clean up this mess on his own now.
Oh, who was she kidding?
Fulla had just finished pouring the bit of whisky into the new cup and setting it front of her sister and mistress where Frigg was seated near the fire when Hermod entered. Frigg didn't even need to give the order, she quietly and quickly took her leave.
She wanted to be to be stern and cross with him, but her heart just wasn't in it. With a sigh, a long and deep sigh, Frigg simply said, “Hermod, come sit down.”