“No, no, no,” Frigg chided as she watched one of the younger maidens in her care wind some newly spun wool rather haphazardly over her arm. “If you aren't going to make a center-pull ball with it right away, you need to properly wind the hank so it doesn't become a tangled mess.” She walked up to the girl and was about to start unwinding it and show her the proper way to do it when the doors opened.
She looked up and smiled immediately. “Sigyn, hello dear.” Frigg was very, very fond of Holda's foster daughter. Such a lovely, bright, young woman.
Walking away from the girl failing in winding the hank properly, she moved to greet her friend. “How are you? Would you like to join us? I can have Fulla fetch you some mead if you'd like...”