Frigg craned her head around to see him. What was he doing in her hall, let alone her private apartment, this early? He has his own family to attend to. Odin certainly didn't send him to settle their disagreement. Even though she had difficulty refusing Thor or Tyr anything, ever, and it was near impossible to refuse her sons... Thus far she could not recall an instance where her husband had employed any of his sons to manipulate her as opposed to just dealing with it himself.
“What areyou talking about?” She asked. “Fulla was kind enough to brew this to help settle my mind so I could try to get some sleep.” She took a slow sip of the steaming liquid and adjusted her blanket before turning back toward the fire. “I'm sure you are quite aware that your father is being impossible again with those infernal wolves of his.”
She was too used to getting her way. There were certain things he never bent to her on. The list extended further than just the ravens and the wolves, but those were the two that bothered her most. Well, no. His refusal to budge on anything regarding Loki bothered her most but she wasn't thinking about anything further to do with him for the rest of the day.
“I had a rotten evening and did not sleep much at all, that just sort of melded into an even worse morning, Thor. So, whatever point you've come to make, make it brief... I'm not particularly in the mood.”