Frigg kept her expression as pleasant as she could, muting all outward signs of being so overwhelmed she felt a few horns of mead would settle her stomach a great deal. It would do her husband no favors if she appeared to be an unworldly child. Though, from the procession she was just subjected to, clearly that was what she was. She had no idea how to diplomatically react to such a thing.
Especially since the gift she had brought were definitely going to be quaint in return. Oh, Odin had warned her that the Egyptian were fancy and colorful and ornate, and he was not entirely helpful in general with this whole thing -perhaps he was not as worried about it as she was, but Frigg guessed that perhaps she should take comfort in that at least it seemed that maybe Isis would not be expecting anything grand and extravagant to be brought down from the land so far North of here.
Well, here goes...
Frigg bowed her head slightly in return, knowing that -thank the Norns, Fulla was somewhere behind her and would know to come forward to echo the motion Isis' servants had done. “I am grateful for the invitation. Isis, this is a token of my appreciation for the opportunity to,” there was a slight skip in her flow as she searched for the right word, “build what I hope can become a strong relationship between both our lands.”
Ugh. That was so formal she hated it. It as physically uncomfortable. It actually hurt to say. What was worse was that knowing what Odin had told her of Egypt all she could manage that wouldn't be mostly useless to Isis to present down in Egypt that was something of Norse origin was mead -which they didn't really transport outside of animal bladders or unsightly jugs (so that was out) and their delicate embroidery. It was ornate and colorful and judging from everything around here... it was spot on.