Morning of the 6th: Breaking the Fast

[brosif]

Characters: Sif, Frigga
Open? No
Where: Frigga's quarters
When: The morning after Frigga's arrival
What: Sif and Frigga brunch and get their timelines straight
Warnings: None!


Sif has no true reason to feel nervous around Frigga. On Asgard, she never has -- even at those times when decorum would have suggested otherwise. While still respecting the customs of their stations, she has always felt free to express herself in front of the Queen. Has always seen her as an ally, even in years when there were few of those to be had at court.

And yet, this morning she treads lightly. The bruise under her jawline may have something to do with it, hidden by a glamor though it is. For this breakfast, she is dressed more like a lady than a prince. A simple blue dress, speaking little to her responsibilities here.

She knocks on the door.

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[matrimony]

Frigga has always been an early rise, and this morning was no different. The early, quiet hours has given her time to think about the sudden upheaval and sort through the feelings that had came with the return of her son. By the time she hears the knock to her door, she has composed herself well enough to greet Sif as the calm queen she was known to be.

"It's so good to see you face to face." She starts.

[brosif]

The sight of Frigga -- face to face, truly -- goes miles towards settling Sif's nerves. The Queen of Asgard is beloved almost universally, and it is for good reason. Her presence calms.

She bows -- decorum, now. Sif is a poor observer of it, but she would not disrespect Frigga so.

"And you, my Lady. Thought I wish the circumstances were different."

[matrimony]

Her smile tightens slightly and she breathes out in a way that could almost be taken as a sigh.

"I as well. Though I am content with some of the developments this place has granted."

[brosif]

"I assume you speak of Loki."

Sif looks up at her Queen, but she will not rise without being allowed that privilege.

"My lady, I came here three months after his fall. May I ask if your circumstances are the same?"

[matrimony]

"We were at the banquet." She said by way of an answer, sighing and stepping out into the hall. "Rise. This discussion will be better with nourishment."

[brosif]

Sif rises, and nods. She remembers the banquet -- remembers offering her condolences to Frigga, and a gentle arm that reached out to console her in return.

"I see."

There is nothing that she can truly reveal, then. The weight that this releases is palpable.

"We are closer together than Thor, then. He has nearly a year."

[matrimony]

"A year ahead, I presume?" She more stated than asked, making note to speak with her elder son when she could.