Frigga and Riza walked along in the palace gardens, Frigga's fingers Intertwined infront of her while Riza had her behind her back. Frigga looked to Riza. "How are you liking Asgard, Riza? Have my sons found you a guest room for the night?" She asked. The young Stark nodded. "Other than the eery glances, I love the place. Anyone would think its like a dream. But yes. They gave me a room near them in case if anything happened." Riza replied. Frigga nodded, looking over to her young son. "You are worried aren't you?" As they walked, she took hold of Loki's hand comfortingly. "I will be fine. Your brother may always be busy but he worries as much as you do." Frigga reassured.