Concern (tag: Frigg)
Each step that took him closer to home carried with it even more urgency. Yes, something was definitely not right, he could feel it deep in his old bones. He could hear his wolves join him, trotting along side him as he got closer to home, but took no notice of them, deep in thought as he was. It was only when he caught sight of the rainbow bridge that the feeling began to subside, at least a little. It looked as if whatever it was had not touched his homeland. He greeted Heimdall warmly at the foot of Bifrost, and was relieved even more when the Guardian informed him that all was well within Asgard's walls.
He crossed the bridge and stood a moment, uncertain what path to take. Valhalla would not have changed, for little could affect the Einherjar until Ragnarok. While his favored place, it would have to wait, he determined. It would be there waiting. He was most indecisive between Valaskjolf and Fensalir, where he knew without looking that Frigg was in residence. While Hlidskialf beckoned him in his concern, he knew he would be unlikely to learn any more upon viewing the worlds than his ravens had. His high seat, too, would be there later. So it was he decided upon his wife, and the comfort and knowledge she would bring.
He knew Frigg knew the fates of all, though she never spoke of them. Even so, if there were something happening, something dire and immediate, he knew she wouldn't hesitate to speak of it to him. He trusted her well to rule in his absence, and therefore it stood to reason that she would have things well in hand, and be able to tell him what was happening. For something was, of that he was still certain, and she would have things already in motion. Besides, he wisely knew women were often the better trusted to know the truth. Truth often stemmed from emotion, and once the excess baggage of that and their gossip was removed, he knew that in the center was the single grain that was the truth, the core of the matter. Men tended to act on knowledge rather than emotion, and therefore their words were often short and to the point, and unintentionally dishonest as they hid what they truly felt.
He sent the wolves and ravens off as he approached his wife's hall. All was quiet, at least from the outside. He just hoped that most of those harpy handmaidens were absent at the moment. He wished to speak to Frigg privately, without other ears, particularly ears that were mysteriously attached to their tongues. While he didn't like to usurp Frigg in her own hall, he would send them away if he had to.
He considerately stomped the remaining debris off his boots before opening in the door. Fensalir, thankfully, sounded just as silent on the inside. He chose to take that as a good sign as he set out to find his wife.