Frigg lowered herself into one of the chairs and took a sip of the wine, making a sort of relaxed and pleased sound in the back of her throat. It was quite nice to be away from the constant stream of inane mutterings, usually gossip about other women or comparing men. Generally the sexual exploits of either of those. She had just been settling comfortably back when Sigyn posed her query.
How odd.
“Well,” she started, and gave a bit of thought on what to say. Some things were common knowledge. Some things were not. And some things were things better left unsaid unless it was between the parties that had been directly involved. With a small smile, she continued, “it is not a terribly exciting story,” at least not in terms of romance or wooing. There really hadn't been any of that. “And it happened in a less than ideal manner,” she added, which was quite true given how it soured her relationship with her mother in the end.
It was curious that Sigyn would want to know anything about it and Frigg wasn't entirely sure what the girl was hoping to glean from this conversation. The only way to find out would be to see exactly what Sigyn was planning on asking. “What sorts of questions do you have, dear?”