True magic was something Hela and Loki would talk about in hushed conspiratorial tones when they were children. Hela had looked for it everywhere, in the sky each night and at every corner for the earth, but then Hela had long ago given up hope of ever finding such mystical power; hence, science and medicine became the embodiment of true magic. But then, as she gently placed fingers in the pooling ice water, she had never encountered evidence such as this before.
She was more than surprise and suspicious at such a blatant and destructive display of power that tempers her sense of wonderment. As his twin sat back in her chair faced with the impossible her response was unexpected.
"This is the part where I supposed to say 'You are treading on edge of folly?' and 'If people learn what you're about there will be larger consequences than a destroyed breakfast'? "
She remarks in a perfectly affectless tone before taking a moment to sipping her latte-- to his credit it was indeed truly delicious and her small acknowledging nod said as much-- and lifting her true voice again this time more sincere tone.
"I will say this instead: 'Brother, I am markedly impressed and proud of you in all ways, but I fail to see what the aforementioned dreams have to do with the latter display.' And a truly good call on the lattes."