"You love him," Frigga said confidently. a few seconds of silence passed through the room.

Ida's jaw dropped, "it's more of a crush," her voice shook, "on an imaginary person," she added.

"Yes, but Loki is not imaginary, not to you, not anymore," Frigga responded.

Eyes wide, Ida cringed at how awkward this situation was, "You can't read my thoughts can you?"

"I am now," Frigga answered, her eyes momentarily leaving Ida to think why that question was necessary, "Everyone has," Frigga paused looking for the word, "Fantasies that they dream of."

Ida nodded, changing the subject, not wanting to go into detail, "So how does this deal with your soul work?"

Frigga shook her head, also raising a hand to wave it, "let's not worry about that now; we need to talk about my son." Frigga's voice grew more stern and formal, like she was getting down to business.

"He needs help," Frigga started moving her hands into her lap, "He is stuck, he doesn't know what to do. He wants to rule Asgard but obviously, as you know, the people here either fear or hate him."

"So you want me to help him rule? You don't want me to get Odin back?" Ida asked then paused, "where is odin?"

"he's alive, Loki may claim to hate him but he doesn't have the heart to kill him," Frigga assured, "If Loki is successful at ruling, maybe when Odin finds a way to return there will be less hatred between them."

Ida nodded along, "But that's a big gamble, what if Loki doesn't have good intentions after all?"

Frigga sighed, acknowledging the possibility that she had frequently worried about, "I still trust him."

Both women wanted to trust Loki, and both of them did so realizing that they were risking the lives of numerous Asgardians. Ida was more concerned, how do characters react when they aren't being controlled by directors, actors, or creators? Even with others planing out Loki's actions he was unpredictable.

"so what do I have to do? I can't even speak to him."

Frigga smiled wide, "He's my son, I have taught him all that I know. Loki knows how to communicate with you but he is worried that your upset with him."

Ida's eyes and mouth shot open, her arms locking away from her body, "Well, duh! He kinda took my voice way and made me his servant! Wouldnt be pissed"

rubbing her hand against her forehead Frigga responded, "but other than that he has treated you well, actually he has treated you better than he would treat even me or Thor."

Ida's arms relaxed, slapping against her thighs, "Well he didn't really treat Thor too well on earth so..."

In truth Ida could only think negatively of the plan but being here was really cool, and Frigga was right, she did love Loki. And no longer was he only a fictional character.

"Well then what's the plan," Ida asked making her decision to partake.

"I honestly don't know the whole state of Asgard, so first you need to speak to Heimdall, the gatekeeper, he will know what needs to be done."

They where finished talking, Ida assumed, because after her order, the queen of Asgard left. Now she was alone, and she knew what she had to accomplish tomorrow. How could she talk to Heimdall?