When she wasn't locked away reading different books, the Asgardian queen spent her days taking walks in the park that was so near their home. Frigga had sheltered herself away, save for a few occasions, since her son had died. It was harder than she realized to out live your sons, especially when that wasn't how things were supposed to play out. It felt grotesque and wrong.
Though she felt that way, she never let on to it. And would never. She wouldn't make her youngest son feel guilty about his situation. Especially not since he had seemingly grown more confident in it. So she used her walks to clear her head, and settle her mind. So she could focus on being a good Mother and Grandmother.
She was buried in her thoughts when she heard the male voice. "I'm here." It didn't take much for her to gather her shirt and to quicken her steps in the direction of the voice she had heard. She rounded the edge of a man made waterfall. There was no missing the Knight.