Odin was deploying the Asgardian Warriors.
Frigga approached and gently laid her hand over Odin's.
Odin turned his hand over and clasped hers.
"I've never seen you like this," Frigga said softly. "You've become impulsive."
"I nearly lost you, my beautiful queen." Odin sighed deeply. "It felt as though a piece of my heart had been torn away."
Even Odin could not remain calm when faced with losing the woman he loved.
Frigga knew this man. Thousands of years together had taught them to understand each other's thoughts.
"What did he talk to you about?"
She knew that John's conversation with Odin had unsettled the God King.
She did not know what could have made Odin lose his composure like this.
It had even driven him to slight the Wizard King.
Under Frigga's gentle reassurance, Odin gradually relaxed.
"I'm deeply grateful that he saved you, Frigga." Odin dismissed the warriors, a trace of weariness in his eyes. "But there are things I'd rather not bring up."
Seeing him like this, the understanding queen did not press him further.
The Aether was still in the Vault. This was Odin's last tender moment with Frigga.
"Your Majesty!"
An Asgardian warrior rushed in.
"Heimdall has an urgent report!"
Odin frowned, released Frigga's hand, and strode away.
Frigga watched her husband leave, worry on her face.
As Odin headed for the Bifrost, he assumed something major had happened, perhaps concerning the Wizard King.
"You said you needed to see me urgently?" Odin looked at Heimdall. "What is it?"
"Someone has committed treason, Your Majesty." Heimdall slowly turned, his expression resolute.
Odin asked, "Who?"
Heimdall drew the sword that controlled the Bifrost and said firmly, "I have."
His oath to the king bound Heimdall to report it.
So he had chosen to inform Odin of