[Oh boy, Loki's mom. This isn't intimidating at all. Loki at least acts like a teenager for the most part, or enough like one that Willow finds him bizarrely easy to converse with, but Frigga is a whole new level of regal Norse that she's not prepared for.

She looks a bit sheepish, but visibly musters herself.] Um, hi. Did you find something? [Wait, that's an awkward question. Willow hurries on,] I mean, I just wanted to check that you're, you know, doing okay. I'm not sure how I could help, but I could try?

I'm Willow. I'm a friend of Loki's? The one not from your dimension.