War - that was heavy. Occasionally, she spared it a thought, the idea of what that would be like. She did not know how it felt. She knew about the consequences - the aftermath - but not the time itself.
His question made her nod. "Yes. I will be born in five hundred years. To a human mother and a frost giant father. I am not that human either. Why did they attack your people?" It just seemed like a very human thing to do. The same as preaching. By Odin, they were great preachers! Pretending to know it all.