Today is the Midgardian day of honoring one's mother, as I understand it. As such, let me tell you of mine.
Frigga, Queen of Asgard, could temper the strongest steel. No rage could withstand her calm presence. My Father would have launched our people into many an unnecessary war without her calm guidance at his side.
Would that I could have learned patience from her before she was taken from us. Would that I could have spent more time understanding the way she could bring hope to others at the darkest of times. I have tried, more than once, to live up to her legacy and, though I feel I often fall short, I feel that I have at least made her proud.
I could tell you that she believed in my brother when no one else would. I could tell you that she put her own life in jeopardy for someone she had just only met. I could tell you that she raised two rambunctious boys with a kind hand and a stern disposition. I could tell you that there could be no better queen of Asgard, past or future.
But I will tell you that I love her deeply, and think of her often. The happiest of this day of mothers to those of you with either born or adopted offspring. May Frigga's heart be with you.