"You look tired, my little one," Frigga commented as she came to stand beside Loki, her hand smoothing automatically over his hair. Her voice was unmistakably fond. It completely concealed the worry that had brimmed just underneath the surface ever since Loki had returned to the hotel. It was in her nature to worry over her sons, but she was concerned that Loki might have found himself in some real trouble.

She remained standing for the time being, a perspiring drink that was quite fruity in one hand. She looked amongst the guests for her other son. She had seen less of Thor, although he had given her less cause to worry this far in the hotel. Thor's problems, while present, were always easily spotted at the very least. She had to be more careful with Loki, who was more apt at slipping underneath the radar.

She too had adopted clothes that were similar to what many of the inhabitants of the hotel wore. She was draped in a dress of soft blue fabric stitched with gold. Her hair was pulled up and away from her face, but still curled down her back in waves.