"I am glad," she said, a touch of steel entering her voice, though by far and away it was still full with the love and pride and strange touch of pain that made up maternal emotions. "It is good that Malekith no longer walks the earth, that his kursed perished with him. But I am more glad," she shifted to take his hands then and held them tightly, "that it was done by my sons, together."

Of course, she would have rather not died. But any warrior knows that he or she could be overpowered. Death truly was a person's only birthright. Still, she was proud enough that she did not want her murderer to live while she herself had perished. Malekith was of a certainty attempting to bring the universe into darkness; Frigga was rather glad her sons had prevented that as well.