"I don't think you share all of your brother's, nor would I expect you to."

Loki has been very adamant since a young age that he was his own person. Desperate to be unique to Thor, though perhaps not in the ways he actually was unique. Frigga watches Loki rally himself to his own plans. There is a part of her terribly proud to see him ready to face whatever trouble is coming.

"Then we agree to meet here again, perhaps. Next year, if the fates are kind. I love you, Loki. You will always be my son."

With his gaze dropped, he won't see the illusion begin to fade as holes poke through and the mist begins to scatter. If he looks up again he might get to see a glimpse of her smile before it's gone and Hazel is left clutching a hand to her chest where she was left to lean against the bench while Loki had been talking to the spirit.