She had known from the moment Tony Stark had told her her son was here that this would be an emotional moment. It didn't take a skilled and highly trained witch to figure that out. She was dead, her child had been through a great deal obviously, and she hurt for him.
But seeing that sweet face... Frigga could almost see the childlike features from when he was just a boy. Despite being plenty old enough to rule, in many ways he still was.
"My boy," she said softly, returning the tight embrace. She pulled back, touching his cheek lightly. "You're very different from last I saw you. Everyone is right, this place certainly is strange. Come in." Ushering him inside, she reached to take his hand in hers, guiding him to the small sitting area.