The return of her son had taken the All-Mother quite by surprise. Though she was aware of what he had done on Midgard, when he vanished from their halls, she had hoped that he would never return. Not because she was angry, or disgusted, no. She wished him never to come back, though it pained her, because she did not wish to see what the council would do to him, she feared that she would not be able to bear the punishment they would lay upon her cherished son. Loki had always held a special place in her heart, despite not being her own flesh and blood. He was as much her baby as Thor, and she never wanted to see harm come to him.
However, the man who had stood before her then was not the same man she had seen of late. Haunted and full of malice, a ghost, what was Thor had dragged back to her. Something repentant, forgiving and kind had graced the halls of Asgard now. And he had brought with him a young woman of rather exceptional beauty, if improperly dressed. Frigga had not been allowed to speak with either her son, or the woman who accompanied him, but from what she was able to overhear, she was aware of his intentions, and of what she knew of her son, he was as in love with her as any two people she had ever seen.
Her own husband's wishes be damned if he wanted her to remain idle while he imprisoned her son and isolated the poor Midgardian girl. She knew seeing Loki would be impossible. There would be guardsmen posted before the door who would be deaf to any entreaty. And Frigga felt a sense of responsibility for the girl, especially knowing that Loki intended to bring her into the family, to take her for a wife.
She had requested her best two ladies maids to attend to her, had given her one of her nicest furnished rooms in her hall. She wanted to keep Lynne close, and in as comforting an environment she could manage.
Earlier in the day, her husband had informed her that it was his intention to call Loki before the council. She begged him to be easy on him for she knew that he cared for Loki like a son, just like she did. He turned her out eventually, and Frigga knew that Lynne deserved to know what was happening and took it upon herself to bring the news, however good or bad it may be.
Stopping before the doors to the chambers that held the young woman, she knocked, and waited, something one of the ladies maids found rather odd.
"Dear, it is I, Frigga," she called through the thick door, her voice as sweet and pleasant as ever. "Might I come in? I would like to speak with you."