The man before her is certainly intimidating in stature--indeed, he reminds her a lot of the depictions of the gods in her childhood storybooks.

Oh, Anna, how ironic could you possibly be?

She gives him a tentative grin. "I can't argue with a pitch like that," she admits, leaning forward to pick up the can he offers her. She cracks it open, sniffing warily; it smells like candy. Good enough for her. Between sweet, delicious sips, she considers his question.

"Mm, no, I don't think so!" She cocks her head. "But maybe you've met my sister, Elsa. She looks a lot like me, only blonde." She might normally add 'and pretty,' but Steve debunked that idea with his very sweet compliments, so she's feeling a tad more confident about her own looks lately.