“You probably don’t have to wait on me if you want snow,” Loki pointed out, then took another drink. A certain radius of cold air and that burning-cold touch, those clearly were entirely innate, they tended to just happen whenever he forced Odin’s enchantment away and assumed frost giant form. The rest involved training and knowledge that he didn’t have and had little resource to correctly guess.

Frustrating. “It’s likely to take me a while.”