Another day, another event and it would be yet another New Year she would ring in without a damn clue where her husband was. At least she was able to no longer blame Odin's absences on Loki. That ended once Loki'd been bound and Odin's time in Asgard didn't increase from what it had been. Actually, for a long time it was even less. Which, Frigg understood, she ran away from everything in her own way: she just hid in Fensalir instead of leaving Asgard altogether. It was how Odin mourned the loss of sons and a friend. They just had different friends in that scenario.
Though, how foolish of her to hope that maybe he'd start accompanying her to large inter-pantheonic events so she didn't have to suffer the brunt of the some judgmental xenophobic leader who swore they could do everything better than her, on her own. It just wore her down. No friends, a definite list of people who hated her...
Frigg was not feeling social. But, it was her social obligation. It would be a terrible snub to the Greek Underworlders for her to not attend and have it misunderstood. They were Philotes' parents, if she understood correctly, and she did not want to make that snub for dear Vidar's sake. Well, and she rather liked Philotes.
She could cuff Tyr one, though.
Standing aside in her navy dress with lace overlay, matching mask with some feathers for flair and swirling a glass of Moscoto in her hand to aerate it a bit before sipping. Perhaps she'd stay awhile, an hour or two, then leave.