Frigga watched Loki's eyes skip across the sea of flowers and plants that surrounded them, and she couldn't help but smile. She could see how intuitive her son had become, and was pleased to see how easily he had honed in on the patterns of her own creations. He had surpassed her, she suspected.

"When I'm from, it would have taken you half a day to pick out my work," Frigga said warmly, both missing her young son at home and congratulating this older version of him on how far he had come in his studies.

"I bet your own magic is exquisite now," she added with a smile.