The garden was made up of various beautiful plants from Asgard, and the other nine realms, it was a creation of her very own. Something she took pride in. And something she missed very much. There was a little table set up with coffee and tea, and little sweet cakes.
Frigga took one of the empty seats, and began pouring him a bit of coffee into a cup that was sitting out. "Of course, but I was under the impression that things were already planned a certain way. Would you want to shift the plans here? Or simply have an Asgardian wedding?" Of course it was his and Brenna's choice, but she had to wonder if there would be hard feelings anywhere.