Frigg smiled and shrugged. “Hard to say. I obviously cannot determine if anything is working or not, since she will not tell me who this fellow is that she's so set on,” she shook her head in a mild amount of amusement, obviously she thought that Sigyn was withholding was quite ridiculous. “She's nothing if not persistent, stubborn, and likes to do things on her own and her own way.” Well there were other qualities as well, of which Frigg would have told her brother all about, as well as certain necessary details of the situation, leaving some unnecessary details out for the sake of Sigyn's privacy.
“One of the many reasons why I love her so,” she added, smiling as a roar of laughter erupted from some comment or another. She hadn't been paying attention to the words as much as watching the body language of everyone at the surrounding tables. “In some ways,” Frigg added, leaning toward Thor as if to share some grand secret, “she reminds me of my younger self... just... far less ambitious.”
Taking a rather large drink of mead herself, why not, Frigg said, “whoever he is, if it doesn't work, he's a fool and it's his loss.” Then she gave him a wicked grin, “and, if all else fails, I don't know about you, but I think she and your boy look quite nice together...”