As her father would say, as long as he was out of earshot of her mother - Götterdämmerung.
Hilda wished, truly, that she had known Vienne as well as Signy seemed to have; the dwarf mourned her, clearly, and Hilda was about to offer the best kind of comfort a skald had at her command - the assurance that, while Vienne Reyer's body lay cold and still, in prose and song the Warden would live on, forever and ever, in hopefully as golden and pure a light as Hilda's voice and craft could cast. A man, or woman, was not dead so long as her name was yet spoken, and Vienne's would join the rest that crowded close in the blonde woman's heart, among the likes of Hafter and Dane, Siegfried and Vogelinde, Brunnhilda and Gunter and Alberich Low-King. It was cold comfort, at best, to a Fereldaner. Hilda knew this, but still she parted her lips to make the offer, her demeanor nothing but sympathy and kindness. Grief was an emotion with which she was only too well acquainted.
In the midst of this unhappy news, however, there came a strange woman, and Hilda thought perhaps she had seen her once in the corner of her gaze, but her blue eyes had slid acrost her without true notice - and she regretted that now, as the woman came strong and strident to clap her hand across the cheek of poor, unsuspecting Brennan Wulfe. Immediately the skald could almost feel the tension ratchet up in Imenry's shoulders, her lean muscles; she stepped forward to intimidate, and Hilda blessed the other mountain-woman for her self control, guessing how difficult it had been to rein in her temper at such an outrage.
Still, the Anderfeln woman was, at her heart, a peacemaker; one could not live a life travelling from snowbound village to snowbound village and not learn to be one, gently setting disputes to rest and leaving harmony wherever she trod. So it was that when Imenry surged forward, Hilda adjusted where she herself stood, so that she could put one warm hand on Imenry's shoulder, a gentle staying gesture, mildly chiding at worst. "I do no tink ve onderstand oll of vot ees heppening here, Imenry," she said gently, a squeeze of her shoulder to show her support, but beating wild-eyed Elsa into a fine red paste wasn't going to solve any problems. The other hand landed on Elsa's shoulder, the skald halfway between them, a living barrier preventing what was probably going to be a terrible fight.
"Now, fraulein," Hilda said, addressing Elsa from eight entire inches higher up than the other woman. "Vy hyu do dees? Has he done someting to offend hyu?"