Loki had a tendency to leave messes behind as well, but in a slightly different sense. It had nothing to do with losing control of his power and everything to do with losing control of his emotions. But these days, he was in better control of himself. So he stood back and watched her. The way she went about conjuring her power was rather elegant. Quite befitting of the lovely woman using it.

As soon as the snow started falling, Loki held out a hand, watching the snow land on his skin. Since he'd been sent to Midgard, he had only experienced the phenomenon a scarce few times. He didn't find it strange that the flakes didn't melt on his skin. Neither did he find it strange that he was never uncomfortable in the chilly weather.

"This is stunning." He glanced away from the snow gathering in his hand to Elsa. "The only beings I've met with power similar to this are the Jotuns of Jotunheim. And you are far too beautiful to be a Frost Giant." Some of the mortals of Midgard were truly spectacular.