It seemed a strange question to be asked, but Frigga took it as if it were ordinary. Their world was peculiar enough, and this one they'd found themselves in clearly wasn't what anyone could consider 'normal'. Loki hadn't been there when Malekith had invaded the palace. He hadn't seen her shielding Jane Foster. Maybe he hadn't even been told yet. But what a terrible way to learn of her fate.
And yet, what was he doing here, if this was some form of afterlife? He had tricked them with his death once. Was he tricking her with his life, now? Or was this her reward, her ending. Being given the child she feared hated her so. But why in this form? If she were to be given Loki as a sign of things she'd done right, why wouldn't it be the child, the baby she'd raised as her own son?
She was confused. Unsettled and upset and the Queen of Asgard did not like it. She was never without her footing and did not appreciate being as such now.
Warily, she eyed him. "Why do you ask such things?" she questioned, a hint of fear in her voice. Not so much that the average subject would catch it. Even Odin would think perhaps he'd imagined it. But her boys knew her better than any, and Loki likely would catch it where none would.
He wanted an answer, he would get one. And she would be entirely honest. Even if it nearly broke her inside to say it. Lifting her chin regally, Frigga straightened her shoulders, meeting her son's eyes. Or the image of her son. She'd been so certain, had felt him coming back to himself, but what if it was simply an excellent copy? What if a blade through her had impaired her judgment greatly? "The palace was attacked," she answered smoothly, all fear now doused in the tone that said, simply, that she was royal and dignified and would stand for nothing less than perfection. "I gave my life fighting to defend it and those in my care."