Dungeon of Niflheim

Frost and Khione spent roughly three hours on the slopes, eventually finishing on a more difficult green level run. And despite it being far beneath her own capabilities Khione stayed with him the entire time, giving him advice, messing with him at the worst possible moments and of course showing off her own skills.

Frost would barrel headfirst into an obvious trap because she'd suddenly appear ahead of him with a mocking smile, obscuring his vision and knocking him off balance or he'd be stunned by her acrobatic talent as she flew over his head twisting and twirling as though she was one with the wind and snow.

All in all it was a wonderful experience, one he promised to do again when he got the chance, every minute, every second even when he was crashing, falling and stumbling a smile was plastered across his lips. Skiing was so much fun but so was spending time with Khione, they were like two peas in a pod, naturally drawn to one another, relishing in each other's company without any bias.

"Let's head off to the ice baths dashing to and fro in this get up has me sweating buckets." Said Khione in an exaggerated manner.

Frost glanced at her body from head to toe with a look of scepticism. Her words being utter bullshit, for Khione even doing green runs hundreds of times over wouldn't cause even a single drop of sweat to escape her sensual body.

If anything the reasons she felt sweaty was because of her endless laughter either caused by Frost's triumphant fails or his tickling attacks which despite being so intimate and dangerous she never fended off, not seriously anyway. It was his touch, his hands which caused the usual cool beauty to fan her face and neck in an exaggerated manner.

"Lead the way Princess, it's not every day that I get permission to see royalty disrobed." Feeling that he hadn't teased her recently Frost bravely poked the bear with a smirk on his lips, his eyes not so subtly roaming over her blatant curves.

His words caused the young woman to briefly stumble, a blush appearing on her cheeks before she sharply turned around baring her sharp canines. "Dirty peasant get those filthy thoughts out of your head before I tear them out myself…." She violently threatened him with a clenched fist, but Frost merely shrugged his shoulders, not intimidated by her in the slightest. By this point he'd come to understand that she was more bark than bite. He was no longer a stranger to her but a close friend and perhaps something more.

Khione felt her heart fill with frustration and rage upon seeing Frost's unmoved response, his damn playboy like smile even grew larger, and the heat in his eyes grew more pronounced as though he was thoroughly looking forward to seeing her as she came into the world.

Of course caught in his manipulations her mind tumbled down the same rabbit hole, if she was going to be disrobed then wouldn't Frost be as well. Her own gaze responded in kind, doing its best to remain above board for as long as possible before landing directly where his mighty dragon laid dormant.

Frost noticed the sudden change as well Khione's own wandering and substantially heated gaze, his smile growing ever larger and a feeling of victory, triumph and delight radiating from within his heart. Khione's corruption was proceeding smoothly; the young warrior of ice was filled with instinctive desire. She was searching and longing for the pleasure of adulthood, a desire he had invoked.

'Slow it down Frost, can't be too impatient to ravish the beauty lest you make a mistake you can't come back from.' He understood Khione's personality well, her unshakeable pride, her perceived image and of course her indomitable strength that still greatly surpassed his own. Just a single misfire and he could end up broken, crippled or perhaps even dead. It was like playing with fire, exciting but also dangerous.

Eventually Khione was able to pull herself out of her little delusions, the knowledge of her own weakness making her angry once again and of course Frost had to suffer from it as he was ultimately the one at fault. Before he showed up she was a good girl with not even the slightest untoward thoughts about adult matters.

"You can curb your expectations little man, no one enters the ice baths naked. To prevent skin damage and smooth absorption of the strong ice aspected mana into the body everyone has to wear special silk robes and swimwear." She happily destroyed the chance of Frost seeing her beautiful figure behind the fashionable attire that she and her 5th mother had picked out completely ignoring the fact that she too would the lose the opportunity to peer and gander at him.

"Expectations, my dear Khione your words hurt me I was merely looking forward to the opportunity to further our bond of friendship. Have you never heard of sharing a cup a sake while bathing, an experience that shows that you have nothing to hide." As though expecting her to respond in such a fashion Frost pulled out his ready and waiting distraction.

"...." Khione glared at him coldly, the heat in his gaze and the eagerness in his expression did little to dissuade her from her conclusion but his words…she struggled to find fault and to be honest the idea he proposed did sound quite good and also logical.

"...Besides can a mere silk robe really hide such bountiful assets." Seeing her wavering Frost tilted the scales back to perversion immediately causing Khione to blush and instinctively cover her chest and ass with her arms.

"Pervert!"

"You should really be more aware of your own interests before you start labelling others." He once again smirked in a playful manner, revealing the fact that her not so subtle gaze went right for his junk.

"Ugh!" Stymied Khione gurgled in frustration before harshly stomping the ground causing several tremors to spread, a small avalanche even started to roll down the nearest slope, burying several skiers.

Security quickly moved in to discipline the offender but upon seeing that it was the Raging Valkyrie and the sheer anger that was displayed on her beautiful face each and every one of them acted as if they didn't see her, whistling to themselves or looking up into the sky before running for their lives, silently praying for the young man who bravely stood in front of her.

"….Has anyone ever told you that you're a jerk." She was originally going to call him a bully but somehow that word didn't sit right with her, it made her appear weak and the mighty Raging Valkyrie was anything but.

"A few times yes but I'm a lovable one, besides a little teasing back and forth never hurt anyone plus sometimes it helps us reveal what we truly want rather than constantly hiding behind a mask." Replied Frost with a strange glint in his eyes before walking ahead of Khione, bringing an end to their little back and forth.

"...." His words seemed to strike a chord within the young Princess, as though piercing through what was once obscured by a thick fog.

'What we truly want huh?' Unconsciously a smile grew on her lips as she followed after him.

It didn't take them long to return to the inn and hand in their gear, once again donning their fashionable clothes as they stood in front of the inn's main receptionist.

"Princess Khione, Sir Frost did you have a pleasant time on the mountains?" The beautiful woman with long furry ears that drooped down the side of her face politely asked.

"Very much so, I'll certainly have come again next time I'm able." Frost replied with his signature charming smile as he spoke of his true feelings and intentions. Skiing was definitely a hobby he was keen to explore.

"We'd like to visit the ice baths now, please arrange for a private session, one starting at the S-rank and the other at mid-level B-rank." Khione strangely felt a little irritated upon seeing Frost smiling so grandly at the receptionist.

"Understood, I'll inform the bathing team immediately." The beautiful receptionist as if picking up on Khione's irritation donned a submissive posture and tone, subtly indicating that Khione had nothing to worry about. Her moves were so natural, clearly this wasn't the first time she'd had to deal with a person's illogical jealously. Sometimes beauty could be a bit of a curse, though others would light up in your presence some may see you as a threat.

With a wave of her hand and press of a button on her desk a male and a female attendant arrived from one of the side rooms while a message was sent downstairs where the baths were held.

"An S-rank start, must be one of the royal progeny but who's with them, their kid?" Several floors down where the private baths were contained, in a large lavish office a middle-aged woman with azure skin, white crystal scales and silver snake eyes commented as she received notice from the head receptionist.

This woman was the one in charge of monitoring and managing the ice baths, a highly skilled position that only someone with her strength and background could safely manage.

The woman quickly glanced at her attire, checked her face in a nearby mirror and then nodded finding current appearance acceptable. It wouldn't do well for their business if she appeared slovenly in front of royalty after all.

"Prepare the private ice baths." With a booming voice filled with command the woman ordered her subordinates to start prepping while she set off to collect and inspect the bath's key components, the natural cold flame furnaces and the special ice crystals that were produced by her clan.

"S-rank huh, finally an opportunity to do the work personally." The woman smiled from ear to ear, excited at the prospect of being able to leave her cramped office and do some actual work. It was rare for someone with S-rank strength to visit more than once a week therefore it was usually her subordinates that did all the hard labour. Today however she would be able to strut her stuff and show off her skills.