Frigg smiled a bit broader and shifted her position a bit more comfortably, obviously recalling the memory fondly. “I won't be shy about it, it was... a clever use of... oh what is it some of the men call it? Womanly wiles?” She shrugged. A woman had to do what a woman had to do to secure a proper husband, and Frigg was not going to settle if she didn't have to. In the end, her heart got the better of her and she ended up not having to settle, but the beginning was a game.
“It doesn't sound all that nice, but I knew what I wanted and I knew that the only way to get what I wanted was to convince him that it was what he wanted, too. And make it seem like his idea.” Which helped. Men liked to think they were in charge all the time. But women ran the house, they really knew what was going on.
“It helped, of course, that he hadn't seen me in a time and I was older when he did return. It did not take much. Some clever sewing and cinching of a dress to catch the eye, some mead to warm his stomach and then... in Odin's case... well a pretty face and a swollen bust will not hold his attention for long.” A fact long since proven by how many children he had across the nine worlds and how few of them were actually Frigg's. “I had to prove that I was invaluable to him, so he would keep me around.”
Frigg chuckled, “Courtship is a game, Sigyn, dear. Anyone who tells you otherwise was not engaged in looking for a spouse.” She leaned forward then, “Why do you ask? Are you hoping to swipe Odin away from me?” She was teasing, of course. She knew Sigyn far too well to think that she would ever attempt it. “And here I was worried Freyja was going to attempt to usurp...” That was not entirely a joke. She rather hated the Vanya. “I'll warn you, he can be quite tedious and enraging, and between him, Thor and his wolves, there is no having nice things in Valaskjalf...”