Almost as if summoned Frigga opened the door Tony was trying to escape out of. "I would be the old lady. And I would say I know quite a lot Mister Stark." Because she had been. She held a tray in one hand as she handled the door. But would he know her as she knew him? Did Thor talk of her? She knew Loki didn't.
She placed the tray, laden with bread, a bowl of soup, simply broth at first, and a goblet of something warm, on one of the side tables. When her hands were free, she went to his side. She gingerly placed a hand on his elbow for aid, he looked far worse than she had sensed. "I am Frigga. Queen of Asgard. I believe you know my sons."
Frigga was no short woman, she was just shy of Loki and Thor's crown, and she carried an air of confidence. And could lift Tony from his feet as if he were a babe if she needed too. "Please sit."