The woman watches the oven rather than the girl, lips forming a thin line. It'd been a while since she thought about her namesake. As much as a part of her as it is, it's not something she too often wears on her sleeve. "Well, yes," She admits with a frown, "though I'm not anymore knowledgeable about the Norse than I am things in my own country." If only because America contained far too many ethnic identities to properly establish. She knew enough of her own, that's what mattered.

Pausing briefly she nodded before speaking once more. "It's Esther. An old name, it goes back to our religious texts," She said lightly, brushing a finger against her neck before speaking again, "she was orphaned but became Queen of Persia and prevents a genocide on her people." Of course it's more than that, she knows, there's more details-- but to surmise it that was enough without getting into the finer details of the story itself.