At first, Frigga thought the woman that approached them was of frost giant blood, but that went out of her head when she got a better look. A welcoming smile came to her face in an effort to extend friendliness. The arrogance that they were met with from the woman amused her.
Darcy was indignant, and rightfully so. This was her native realm so insulting it was bad form. Her son, on the other hand, was pulling out all of his noble armor in defense of his lady. It was a step in the right direction, but perhaps a little misplaced.
She nodded as she was introduced. "Pleased to meet you," she said.