A range of emotions were rushing through her. Logically, Frigga knew this woman wasn't her daughter anymore than Angela had been. But she had loved Angela almost immediately. She'd loved Torunn from the moment they'd been introduced. And whether this was her Loki or not, she couldn't stop herself from wanting to love and protect a child of the crown.
Or any child, honestly. It was sort of who she was.
And knowing that some version of herself somewhere had lost the chance to raise this baby. That she had been forced to grow up quickly, always on the run and in hiding. And alone. And that made Frigga prickle with anger to the point that it was only centuries of practice that kept her from exploding with the darker parts of her magic.
"I would be lying if I said I didn't desperately want to make this better for you. But I understand you may be wary. I'm not your mother, not truly. I didn't raise you, some other me out there did." She hesitated before she waved her hand at the building around them. "This is set up as a safe place. The world we are in is called Goodland, and though it is not always safe, it is a soft landing for many of us." She worried at her bottom lip. "Your brother is here - is he a brother in your world? He must be or they would have, what was the word? Pruned? They'd have pruned him, too. He has a child, a teenaged girl. And we have many we consider family even though they're Midgardian. It's an odd little family. But... Well, they'll all try to make you feel comfortable, I'm certain."