"The one marked 'are you really sure you want to go through that door' in invisible, universal writing," Olaf says, dead serious when it comes to the vibes the door had been giving off. It had practically been painted in purple that Olaf shouldn't touch the doorknob. He had, anyway. He's not exactly very good at listening to directions. "Auckland, New Zealand," he clarifies. "I was heading to my cousin's bar when I wound up here. Don't you hate it when that happens?" he jokes warmly.