It was a difficult problem and one, admittedly, that she wasn't entirely certainly she was prepared to fix. She couldn't stop her sons from mourning her death. Her comfort to them was also a complicated thing -- comfort as it was intended to be, but also a reminder of what they had lost.

She leaned in to press a soft kiss to Loki's forehead.

"You must thing of some other things at least then," she said smiling sadly at him. "Will you show me some of your magic, Loki?" she asked.