"I think I would," Olaf dares her in turn with a knowing glint in his eye that says he'd believe most of the mad shit that people have to say, but don't because they're supposed to be very, very normal. "Ah, winter in the homelands," he says, shaking his head. "One of my cousins can attest to the Norse winters being insanely cold. He probably also had quite a bit of aquavit while he was up there." Olaf would too, trapped in an environment like that and guided by ravens in human form.