Thor was magnificent. He was radiant. He was... less red-haired than the poems would have her believe, but she could overlook that.
Siggy did her best to make herself presentable in the short amount of time that she had as he approached, smoothing back the hair that had escaped from her loose braid and pulling herself upright, only to drop into a deep curtsy. "My lord, I am dead," she said, dropping back into the language of this place. "I must be, for why else am I here in this place of the gods? I have but one question for you, if you will grant me leave to ask it."