Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 785: Freyja

"I'll take a glaive please." After much thought he chose to stick with what he knew.

"Good choice, a true weapon user should listen to themselves rather than chase after the image of another." Khione nodded her head in approval, she watched as Frost agonised over his choice and clearly understood why.

She too had a similar problem in her youth. Her father the most powerful man she knew was a master of many weapons, but his true forte lay with the partisan. Idolising his strength she wished to follow in his wake but eventually she came to understand that forcing herself down another's path would only lead to a dead-end. She thus picked up the spear as her main weapon of choice, a choice that best suited her own talents.

The student and teacher both smiled at one another in understanding.

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"Do you perhaps have any simple spears that I can purchase instead?" Rather than use his one-time reward to get a spear that was far beyond his skill level Frost asked to purchase one instead, fully committed to learning how to wield them from Khione while he was here in the Realm of Niflheim.

"We do but there's no need to pay for it, I'll swipe you one of the training spears from the barracks." Khione waved him off, her family had no need for Frost's money or anyone's for that matter. Few were as rich as the Primordials who could expertly fashion high quality elemental oddities with a simple wave of their hands.

"Thanks Khione."

"No problem Frost what are friends for." Khione quite enjoyed hearing him call her name and herself calling his, it made her feel closer to her friend/student.

Just as the two were talking a third booming voice reverberated within the training room.

"Khione, Frost please join me for dinner." It was Shivali using his divine presence to send his words half-way across the palace.

"Ahhh how many times do I have to tell that old bastard not to call for me like that!" Khione roared; her face filled with anger. Every time, her father always bellowed louder than an elephant without warning right inside her head. Was it really that hard to send a soldier or servant to her training room?

With the mention of a meal Frost only just realised how long he'd been cooped up in this room covered in ice. His stomach growled in protest, and he suddenly worried about Kiba.

'Over 5 hours, he's probably fatter than a hippo by now.' He knew well enough how hard it was for someone to resist pampering the young tiger cub. Kiba was just so adorable and manipulating when it came to getting what he wanted. Even Maya a rather stern and strict woman when it came to hierarchy failed to resist spoiling him with treats whenever Frost wasn't looking.

Though he gave him a serious warning before they separated he doubted Kiba paid it any heed after escaping his control. Seems like he'll have to play the big, bad master again, a role he had long gotten used to.

Reluctantly Khione led Frost to the family dining room, this time walking side by side rather than one in the front and the other in the back. A sign of acceptance or perhaps Khione's unconscious aversion to having Frost stare at her without any heat again. Once was a bad enough blow to her confidence as a gorgeous beauty.

As the two came before a large set of doors -once again fashioned out of 10,000 year old ice- Frost discreetly asked one of the nearby servants about Kiba.

"There's no need to worry Prince Frost, my colleagues are taking very good care of your battle mount." The servant replied with a warm smile.

"That's what I'm afraid of." He muttered under his breath, confusing the servant.

"We're here you damn old man! This meal better be wor….Hiiiiii" Khione once again used her trademark entrance, kicking the doors wide open with her foot before shouting at the top of her lungs in an abrasive and crude manner.

Her rant however was swiftly cut short and followed up by a sharp scream as Khione saw a certain person sitting next to her father. Extreme fear shook her muscle bound body to the core and without wasting a single breath she ignored Frost who was standing next to her and bolted back from where they just came from.

"You dare to run from me you little brat!" The person Khione recognised let out a roar of her own before teleporting instantly from her seat to above Khione's head. Before Frost could even register what happened he heard Khione's large 3 metre frame crashing into the floor and a saw more mature and delicate version of Khione sitting on top of her back with a fierce expression on her beautiful face.

"M…M…Mother." Khione stuttered in terror. She never would have acted in such a rough and uncouth manner if she knew her mom was going to join them for dinner.

"We're going to need to have another long chat about your disrespectful behaviour aren't we young lady!" Khione's mother, Frejya spoke in a tone so chilling that ice spread across the floor and walls.

"Hiiiiii!" Khione response to her mother was a simple scream filled with fear. Leaving Frost in utter shock and her father Shivali shaking his head with pity.

In the Niflheim royal family it wasn't Shivali who represented punishment and order but his wives, Freyja in particular was known to be one of the most strict and heavy handed when it came to doling out the law.

For Frost he struggled to wrap his head around how a woman like Khione who was filled with such confidence, arrogance and an attitude so abrasive that even a wizened sailor would admit defeat was now lying prone on the floor with tears in her eyes as she screamed in terror because of the gentle looking woman resting atop her back.

"You must be Frost; it's a pleasure to meet the young man that Lord Dark and my husband have been raving about." Freyja rose to a standing position but remained atop Khione's back as she spoke. "My name is Freyja, and I do apologise for the behaviour of my youngest daughter, I'll be sure educate her properly from now on." With a gentle smile still on her face Freyja 'lightly' stomped her right foot forcing Khione several inches into the hard ice floor, her way of telling her to shut up.

"….The pleasure's all mine Lady Freyja; rarely do I ever get to gaze upon such serene beauty." Frost feeling an itch on the back of his neck repressed his fear and spoke in a flattering manner. Women especially the older ones tended to look fondly on those who offered praise.

"My, my such a charmer, you're just like my Shiv." Freyja nodded her head, finding Frost's words very much to her taste.

"Hehehe see I told he'd be a good match for our daughter." Shivali suddenly appeared next to his wife, his eyes filled with love and passion as he looked at her.

"Bleugh." Khione who had a front row seat to her parents acting lovey dovey felt a strong urge to hurl and in response her mother once again 'lightly' stomped her foot before planting a deep kiss on her husband's inviting lips.

Seeing his teacher and friend in such a perilous position Frost had to reign in both his desire to help her as well as his desire to laugh at her misfortune. The best thing for his own situation was to play the fool and make good with Shivali and Freyja.