Asgard—sooner or later, he had to go. After settling Victoria Hand's affairs, Evenson followed Sif to Asgard without hesitation, looking as though he had just put his affairs in order.
Seeing the tragic expression on his face, as if he were marching to his execution, Sif frowned. "Could you not make that face? Looking at you, I almost want to sing, 'The wind howls, the Yi River runs cold.'"
"Please don't sing that. It's bad luck. I'm no heroic martyr, and I have no intention of never returning." Evenson had only answered casually, but after saying it, he suddenly realized something was off. He asked in surprise, "How do you know that line?"
Sif sighed. "The Heavenly Queen loves to read, so we had no choice but to study along with her."
Frigga was ambitious now, but she had spent too long secluded in the palace. When she stepped into the public eye, she discovered that she had little experience in governing and few methods for doing so. Though she had initially intimidated quite a few people through her intelligence and some deft measures, without a clear path of her own, she could only follow the old rules.
She was unwilling to settle for that, and the Asgardian future she envisioned would not permit it either. But governing experience was not something one suddenly gained by sacrificing a relative to the heavens, or by exploding with potential at death's door. It required learning and accumulation!
But where was she supposed to learn it? From Asgard? Frigga did not feel that it was appropriate to humbly ask those she looked down upon for guidance. Besides, she was already dissatisfied with Asgard's existing system. More importantly, if she made a public show of studying and word got out that she actually knew