"You'd manage Midgard fine then." Thor replies, gesturing to a spot for Korra to take. "Midgard's the, ehhh. Human realm of the Nine Realms." Actually, if Korra's from that far south, she'd probably find Midgard downright pleasant, assuming it wasn't in the middle of Fimbulwinter, and even then, she'd probably endure it better than most.

"Only two places in the Realms the cold ever got to me, even as a God. Helheim, the Realm of the Dishonoured Dead. No heat there. Nothin' mortal survives...well, guess that's obvious enough. Other's Niflheim, the Realm of Ice and Mist. That wasn't so bad. Brisk, but not the way Helheim would turn your bones to lead and turn your mind foggy."

After a moment he sighs. Talking about Niflheim is stirring up some unpleasant memories, thanks to that damn paper. "Ehh, sorry. Some stuff on my mind right now. Dunno if I'm good company." Though he won't chase Korra away. Fire is pleasant, after all.