"We don't have elves," Prometheus replies. "Closest to that are the nymphs and satyrs, but they don't have their own realm. Are you referring to a faerie realm or something along those lines?"

He has his suspicions that even a portal-making elf would fail in this storm. "You see how thick it is?" he says to Peter. "All that happened in the short time you stepped through. Even in subzero conditions, ice does not freeze this quickly or thickly."

As for what's weird or not, the Titan smiles ruefully. "I never stayed in any one place long enough for that to be an issue. How long could I get away with people noticing how I do not age, after all. Are there no immortals on your world? What about the elves, do they live as long as the stories say?"