Ryssa returned to how she had looked before their short lived fight. They may been ok with her powers but a blue person would mean the fall of everything she had. She had worked hard to get the people around her to trust that she wouldn’t hurt them. Glancing around she sighed when she saw that no one was around. ” May instead of hating yourself you should learn to live with what you are. Its not your fault, and only Odin is to blame for your termoil over being what you are.”
"Odin," he spat the name, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth as memories resurfaced. Now was not the time for that, but the gentle way she spoke unnerved him. He would never forgive his so-called father, but this woman in front of him might actually suggest it if she kept at it. "And who has said I hate myself? I simply find the residents of Jotuunheimr vile."
" Loki, you hate me because you hate yourself." Ryssa sighed and began to walk toward him. " In Asgaurd you were taught to hate and kill frost giants. Now you loath yourself for being one." She reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. " My father spent some time hiding in Odins realm before coming here. There are things that Odin did that not even he will speak of."