[Frigga has not taken the time or the power to change her white shift to something more appropriate. She is in unfamiliar territory, after all. Power is better spent only when needed. She is almost more disturbed by her hair; she hasn't left it unbound in public since she was a girl. It swung in loose curls down to her waist. Odin was the only one who had seen it thus - and now he would never see it again.
If she was dead, and she remembered the light fading from her eyes, and this was the afterlife, what had befallen Asgard that she was sent so unprepared? Odin would have never let her be burned without a sword, without some armor...
She was not so lost in thought that she did not see the young man approaching. She stood, her bearing erect, and watched him carefully.]
Steve Rogers... [A look of concentration appears on her face. She has heard that name before.] Captain of America, yes? A hero of Midgard?
[That's both encouraging and disturbing. Did he die as well?
...and what exactly does she want him to do with that hand?]
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If she was dead, and she remembered the light fading from her eyes, and this was the afterlife, what had befallen Asgard that she was sent so unprepared? Odin would have never let her be burned without a sword, without some armor...
She was not so lost in thought that she did not see the young man approaching. She stood, her bearing erect, and watched him carefully.]
Steve Rogers... [A look of concentration appears on her face. She has heard that name before.] Captain of America, yes? A hero of Midgard?
[That's both encouraging and disturbing. Did he die as well?
...and what exactly does she want him to do with that hand?]