It didn't seem possible. That a group of people could - well, as they said on Midgard - play god. Decide who was the "right" one to live or to die. What made this woman - this beautiful, obviously clever, and magically gifted woman - the wrong one to survive and Frigga's son the right one? But then, she knew. She knew how selfish the hearts of some people could be.
Frigga's shoulders relaxed, her stance suddenly considerably less defensive. Yes, if Sylvie was as talented as she seemed, she could probably harm her. But instinctively she knew she wouldn't do so. "You've been living your whole life on the run." Her 'crime' had come so young, how could... "Since you were just a child?"
She did give a wry grin as something else Sylvie had said sank in. "The two of you were in one place? The universe was just asking for trouble."