"A woman’s providence," she remarked remembering only too well. "Who would dare to argue with her otherwise?" Yes, Frigga could be ferocious as a mother bear in a pit when crossed and there had been more than one occasion that had sent Hela into a stupefied silence, slipping off into some undiscovered place until her mother’s temper cooled some, and the lesson had set in. Only a fool or dead man openly argued with such logic.
She tipped her darkly crowned head in a conciliatory nod taking up her latte and muffin, happy for the company and a sit down breakfast.
"I believe a seat with a view." Then she led him to the patio seating to enjoy the picturesque morning cityscape, subtly taking advantage of the umbrella’s offered shade, as she settled into her seat and allowing her blue gaze to settle back onto Loki.