Anna giggles. "That's Elsa. She's so kind," she enthuses. It's clear how much she adores her sister just by the way she talks about her, with her eyes wide and worshipful. But when he introduces himself, taking her hand and kissing it in a manner so very flowery, Anna can't help but get a little starry-eyed. She can't help it if she has a weakness for muscly blonds.

She giggles. "That's me. It's so very nice to meet you." She takes her hand back reluctantly, and then his words meet her ears properly. "Wait, what? You're--you're really him? You're Thor, God of Thunder?" Anna looks vaguely awestruck. "That is so cool."