Frigg: Queen of the Aesir (asynia_frigg) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2012-07-07 14:56:00 |
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Isn't it Nice! - June 12, 1962 [tag: Ninlil]
Along the Cours Saleya, Nice, France
Frigg simply loved open air markets. They appealed to her in so many ways. The ones in Nice fluctuated so much through the day that she could easily spend the entire day somedays just wandering the market and picking things to go home with her.
Slung over her shoulder was a handmade market bag, one she had been carrying with her for decades at this point that was stuffed full of produce, fresh flowers and a few baguettes of the likes she couldn't get in the Norselands. Tucked under her arm was a bottle of wine and while she wandered the art and antitque area of the market, Frigg chuckled remembering that there was occasionally the conversation between herself and her husband about how she should take care to not spend all his money.
It was a joke, of course, but the Foremost Among the Asynia did have a habit of coming home with projects and antiques and new funishings. Well, home was a relative term. She always had things picked up and delivered to a faux home she kept in Oslo for the strict purpose of receiving deliveries. Generally she kept her purchases in Fensalir, but occasionally she did things in Valaskjalf without Odin's... knowledge.
Like change the bedspreads or the curtains. Admittedly, he didn't appreciate the high-thread count Egyptian cotton linens she had picked up in ecru like she'd hoped.
This was why she was looking at the antique cabinet with consideration. It would need to be refinished. Which was something she could send it out to be done by a local shop in Oslo before it was delivered and then discreetly brought to Asgard. Though, whether or not it took up residence in Fenslari or Valaskjalf depending on whether or not her husband would absentmindedly place a mug of ale, dripping with condensation, on top of it without the protection of a coaster.
Frigg sighed, rested her free hand on her hip and made a face of consideration. “Hmm.”