Freyja had been enjoying a leisurely morning when the rumbling began. Everyone knew that sound. Everyone. It meant Thor was in another of his foul moods. She smirked and took another drink of her juice. Thor's temper. How Sif put up with it, she'd never know.
It took a few more moments for Freyja to realize the storm was headed her way. She got up and looked at the sky, witnessing black, violent clouds rolling straight for Sessrumnir. Of course.
It didn't take Odin's great wisdom to know what that was all about. Clearly, Thrud had told Thor of her decision. Personally, Freyja was sure that Thrud would be a perfect addition to her Valkyries.
Apparently Thor had a different opinion on the matter.
She set down her glass and hurried to the front door. Freyja wasn't going to let a servant face Thor's wrath, if he even bothered to knock- which was actually her greater concern. She liked having a front door, and would like to continue to have one. Thor was not known for his patience, or for tempering his strength. It would not surprise her to watch him pound the door right off the hinges, sending it flying across the room. He wouldn't mean it, of course, he never did, but that's how he was. Leaving damage in his wake.
She pulled open the door and stepped back, waiting for his imminent arrival.