Where he had thought briefly that she might have belonged to a different world, the explanation easy enough for her abilities from what he had already seen of aliens and Asgardians. If magic and illusions were possible, why wouldn't some sort of frost ability? Her words put that theory to rest, unless other worlds also had places called Norway, which he supposed was possible but unlikely. "I'm sorry," he was sure to tell her, "I didn't mean to offend."

He remembered vaguely the reports of mutated individuals in his world world who had a wide range of abilities. Certainly he had come across one or two people back in the war who had been capable of things beyond human capability and who had not been part of Schmidt's experiments. Perhaps that explained the ice?

"It's a city in New York, in America." Steve would've admitted freely that he often forgot not everyone might know where Brooklyn was, it was so deeply embedded within him. The sun set in the West, egg creams were always delicious, and Brooklyn was Brooklyn.