Journey to Nidavellir

Frigga's impression of Leo was fairly good, and not merely because Leo had saved Asgard.

It was the conversations between them, along with his confusion about power, that allowed Frigga to see the thoughts and mindset of Leo as a young man.

This gave Frigga a sense of goodwill toward the boy before her.

She could see that kindness, justice, and yearning in Leo.

He was different from Hela's ambition, different from Thor's roughness, and different from Loki's complexity.

It was a yearning for peace and tranquility, just like Frigga's own.

That was also the purpose behind her union with Odin. She had urged the warlike Odin, after pacifying the Nine Realms, to abandon the idea of continuing his endless conquests.

Asgard would forever safeguard the peace of the Nine Realms. That was Frigga's hope.

And Frigga saw that same emotion in Leo.

However, as Leo's power grew greater and greater, Frigga couldn't help but become somewhat wary.

This kind of conviction was fundamentally a good thing, but not everything could go as one wished. Once that belief became obsessive, it would create a terrifying existence.

"I know. Mjolnir is amazing, isn't it? I'd also like to visit Nidavellir and see if they can forge a weapon suitable for me."

Leo looked at Thor, who was showing him Mjolnir, and said with a smile.

Mjolnir was indeed a rare divine artifact. Throughout the Nine Realms, apart from the Infinity Stones, Odin's Gungnir, Heimdall's Sword of the Rainbow Bridge, and the Winter Ice Coffin capable of freezing an entire planet,

Mjolnir was absolutely one of the finest divine artifacts.

"Leo, have you used any weapons before?"

Frigga looked at Leo and asked so directly that she didn't bother hiding the suspicion in her words.

Thor also reacted only then. *That's right.