Frigg hugs her and pets her hair. Nothing obvious happens, but then, with magic sometimes it doesn't.

Hugs. Hugs and waiting.

"...Well," he says eventually. "It changed you, but I don't think it hurt you. You are a very lucky girl."

"Changed me how?"

"I'm... not sure," he murmurs.

Loki tilts her head curiously. "But I'm different now, some way?"

"Yes."

"Maybe it changed my nature," suggests Loki. They were only just talking about natures, which did not seem to be made of anything sensible.

"That is not," says Frigg, "how natures work."

"Oh."

"And you should not touch strange magical artifacts you know nothing about," he adds. "The next one may not be so kind."

"I didn't know. The door was unlocked," says Loki unhappily.

"It should have been locked and warded so that none but Odin could pass it," says Frigg. "But even so, not all doors that you can pass are doors that you should."

"How do I tell?"

"You could ask me, or Thor, or a servant," he suggests.

"Would Thor have known not to go in that door?"

"Perhaps. She does know some things about where to go and where not to."

Loki nods. "Okay. ...Father, my scepter's still in the room. Mother wouldn't let me pick it up before I went."

"I will see what can be done about retrieving your scepter," he says.

"Okay. I like it."

Frigg smiles.

"You can go."

Loki goes - hand on the wall - to her rooms.