Loki had the hammer? Now that did interest her. The hammer was a powerful item and right now it possessed more magic than it must have done since the days of Asgard. She saw it on posters, and saw plastic versions in toy stores. She heard people with not a hint of knowledge about her people use the word mjolnir. Suddenly Thor and his hammer were common knowledge and Angrboda liked that. She may have no longer believed in the truth of Ragnarok, but she believed in power still.
"He came to visit us," Hel said, joining the conversation for the first time. "But that was a while ago."
"I'm sure he'll find you all again when it serves his purpose." (Not that Angrboda was one to speak there. She had birthed these children to gain herself traction in the world and taught them from a young age that only she was to be trusted, that anyone not them was the enemy, and to be wary of anything given without an obvious price. Yes, Angrboda cared for them, but her children were still tools to her, and in their youth there had been violent punishments for misbehavior as well as proud affection when it had been earned.)
"It's good that you all stay together," Angrboda said with a nod. "You're stronger as a three, you always have been. Even old Wôdan knew that." She had raised an eyebrow at her serpent son's last comment and looked mildly entertained, "a creature like you? Ah, but not so beautiful in her scales, I'm sure." She couldn't really get used to this human form on him. It looked so wrong and unattractive. Her children had always been the most beautiful creatures and this world had changed them.