Though she tried to keep her face neutral, even stoic, Frigga found her head reeling with varying emotions. She was well aware of Loki's shape shifting abilities. She was the one who had taught them to him, among other various spells and enchantments. But this wasn't the form he usually took.
And this didn't feel like her Loki. Something was wrong and she was desperately trying to figure out who would be able to catch her off guard.
Her eyes narrowed, though Sylvie would absolutely have seen the split second of sheer surprise she'd worn previously.
"I don't know the man of which you speak. You are not at the end of time but outside of it. The more scientifically aware types call it a pocket dimension." Yes. Explain Goodland. Get the woman talking. Make anything about this make sense. "My name is Frigga, Queen of Asgard, and yet..." She studied the woman for a moment more before adding, "somehow I think you know that already. Who are you?"