"Ah." He had wondered if that would come up. He took the plate the other carried for him, filling it slowly as he contemplated his answer. "The Jotuun are a race from the realm of Jotunheim. A barren wasteland of ice. A hostile place where nothing grows and very few things can live." He said quietly, keeping his eyes down.

"Odin found me as a babe. A runt left to die in the frost." He sighed, brushing his fingers through his hair. "Another term for them are Frost Giants. When Odin found me, took me, he cast an illusion over me to hide my nature from everyone, including me. I did not find out for a very long time." He said, setting everything down and sitting back slightly.

He was silent for a moment, the air around him seeming to shift slightly before suddenly smooth pale skin gave way to etched blue, emerald green eyes shone a crimson red and small horns grew from just below his hairline on either side of his forehead. If either of them reached out to him, they would feel the coolness radiating from his skin. His skin didn't freeze the way that a normal Frost Giant's would. It would just feel cool to the touch.