"I do not know of Christmas." He says, almost blandly. "When you live for thousands upon thousands of years, a birthday passes through your fingers quickly. Mortal lives are precious, your celebrations are well earned."

"It is a sight to behold." The trek is long, but not too exhausting for Thor. He does wish he could still fly, but without his hammer he cannot. He continues to chatter as much as Clementine likes until they reach the shack and he can put her down and urge her inside. He knows Elsa will happily watch over her, so he doesn't feel bad when he needs to pull away to search for his fellow Avengers.