No one could ever say that Frigg was without ambition. When she saw something she wanted, she went and got it at any cost. It started with things like food or clothes or jewelry. But as she grew she had loftier aspirations.
She was young when Odin came to her mother and became her step-father, nothing but an adolescent girl. But even then her young mind knew that he was destined for greatness. He gave her a brother and she adored Thor from the second he was born. She doted on him, played with him, coddled him when he needed coddling and helped her mother with as much of his care as he could.
Then another son was brought home. One that was not her mother's, but he was sweet and adorable and Frigg quickly adopted him as her brother regardless of the fact that they had no blood ties between them. And like with Thor, she helped with Tyr's care.
Such was the way of things, she would help so she could learn for one day she would too have sons. There was no question, she knew it. She knew a lot of things. Things that she quickly learned other people didn't always know. Future things. Things about people she knew and Frigg discovered that if she focused really hard, she could pluck out information about specific people. It had been a wonder. Usually it came to her in dreams and generally it was a confusing mess of symbolic images that required deciphering.
At first she told her mother these things, looking for confirmation that she wasn't crazy and maybe they were just dreams. As she went through puberty, the dreams grew with intensity. The first few times that these dreams were revealed to Jord and they turned into fact, a prophecy of sorts, both mother and daughter brushed it off as coincidence. But one day, not long ago, Jord asked if Frigg had seen her father. To which the young Asynia responded that Odin was not her father and would never be her father, but that soon he was bringing her brother home.
Jord had laughed, as Thor was there with them and she was not currently with child.
Time passed and Odin returned with a child in tow and Frigg knew her mother was upset when later, in private, she told her to never speak of her dream-prophecies to anyone again. So, heeding her mother's advice, she stopped doing so. She kept them to herself and vowed to not speak of them again unless emergency dictated otherwise.
But she knew, from dreams and from gut instinct, that Odin was destined for great things. Great things she wanted to be a part of in as direct a way as possible. She was no longer an adolescent girl, she was a young woman. A woman of age where she should be entertaining the prospects to gain a quality husband and a home and starting a family of her own.
Which was precisely what she was doing. Frigg was in her best dress, one she had altered to be a bit more snug around her bosom than usual but not enough to be obscene, her hair was perfectly brushed and she made some perfumed oil from local flowers that she'd dabbed on a few key areas. She also was tearing the horn of mead from the hands of a well meaning handmaiden to bring to him herself.
“Here,” she said and placed the horn into his hand.