I wrote Thor: Ragnarok fanfiction.
I… don’t even know. It’s not even funny. (The movie is hilarious, though, definitely recommended.)
None of Frigga’s children were carried by her.
This is a thing she does not like to dwell upon. They are all hers, in all their faults and glories, their privileges and pains. Triumphs and mistakes. They have all been fed and soothed and rocked to sleep in her arms. Sung to and told stories, and loved more fiercely than they could possibly know.
But for a supposed Goddess of Fertility… perhaps it is peculiar.
For a Goddess of Love? Not so much.