"I know," he said quietly. He had realized that, when it was far too late to do anything but mourn his mother's loss. He took a breath, let it out slowly. He knew that she might not like what he would say next, but this was part of his own personal fight as well, for the survival that self-definition offered. Odin was a topic upon which they would never agree; he would repudiate that bastard until his dying breath. But he felt it important that she would know this. "Since my return here, I have borne the name Friggason by my choice."