Owner	Pose
Emma Frost	The Second Son of Asgard was not in residence, at least from Emma's general assumptions. She had been in the area and there hadn't been any Ravens steering her towards it nor had there been some sort of letter that had apparated over inot her hands. So Loki no doubt had other schemes afoot. Emma had never taken the time to actually appreciate it without having the Prince of Lies with her. Which made it somewhat tricky to appreciate the place when Loki was no doubt scheming. SO.. Emma was there, and exploring, looking about everything that was so.. Frosty.
Kelda Stormrider	Hearsay never paints a picture as rich as experience. Kelda is in her element and yet...The billows of soft snow, what humans call powder, the translucent brilliance of the ice walls lit by chubby angels affront her and make her reluctantly respect the Prince of Lies' power and magic. There is no denying his mastery of ice, his birthright or the power he has come into as an adult. "Damn him," she murmurs to herself. More loudly, "And he has invited you here before?" she asks the other trespasser.
Emma Frost	Emma pauses over, glancing over at Kelda. "A few times. I've never had the time to.. Appreciate teh work." She would gesture at some frozen couches, frozen lounge chairs, and everything that had been iced up to the nines here. "It's some lovely artisanry. I don't believe we've met." She would speak to Kelda. "Emma Frost. And no, I don't have anything temperature-wise inherent to me." She'd heard that one too many times.
Kelda Stormrider	"It is just like him to keep this to himself. Just like him to seek to belittle someone..." the woman stops herself, drawing herself to her full height. Platinum hair, silver as starlight on snow flows over the blue cloak covering her white floorlength robe. "No, we have not met, and yet *you* have been to his palace and I have not. I am of Asgard though not of the royal family. Some call me Stormbringer or Stormrider, you may call me Kelda. And with whom do I share the pleasure of trespassing on the Prince's domaine?"
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would give a light bow of her head. "I suppose. I can't speak as to whether this is the Prince Regent's personal.. Residence or part of his demense. But, I've been invited here a time or two. A privilege to meet you, Kelda Stormrider." Emma goes to speak Kelda's title in fluent Norse with the appropriate honorifics attached for a Valkyrie. "My name is Emma Frost. I'm no one of any particular great fame or presentation. I believe I did something which.. Amused the Prince Regent once while he was engaged in one of his schemes."
Kelda Stormrider	Kelda acknowledges the woman's fluent Norse and proper use of the language with a regal nod and a faint smile of approval. An interrogatory eyebrow lifts at her last words, "Really. He is not easily amused or easily pleased when someone plays a part in his games? Did you know who he was?"
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would let out a sigh, "Not at first, but by the time I had figured it out it was too late to back out of things. Sometimes it's safer to simply go along with what threads the weavers spin rather than try to snip it before the final stitch of the needle. Better to cooperate and get it over with."
Kelda Stormrider	Kelda's estimation of her fellow trespasser rises. "He does not often include others in his schemes except as patsies or pawns. Did you achieve your goals?"
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would sigh, "Oh, I was a pawn in it. I survived it. I suppose that yes, I achieved the goals at the time I needed, but not necessarily in the way that I would have thought so or thought the best way of going about them." B y her tone of voice, said schemes had resulted in a few days of going blackout drunk to take the edge off.
Kelda Stormrider	Pale blues eyes linger on the woman before her. "Then, you have good luck or perhaps more cunning than most. It does not surprise me that you had to drink to oblivion to forget your role in things. He seldom, if ever, thinks of others besides himself."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would sigh, "Exactly. And rather than figure out his motives, sometimes the best way to get through it is to cooperate and let him finish his scheme, and hope that as a mostly willing partiicpant at the end of it he'll let you go. Or at the very least he appreciates not having to play multiple layers of manipulation to ensure that one does the preferred deeds so that he can focus his scheming on another part of his plan." And that at some point Thor comes in an dpunches Loki and that's the end of that.
Kelda Stormrider	"His brother Thor is often the butt of his bad jokes and yet, Thor remains a loyal and loving brother for all that. Yes. I call you lucky." Kelda's cold gaze sweeps the room once more, then returns to Emma, "Yes, I call you lucky and perhaps wise to have come out unscathed from his cluthes. Come," she says, "come drink with me to your success and let us leave this tasteless display of wealth. Knowing him it, he wallows in it." On her last words, she turns her gown and cloak swirling around her feet as she heads for the front door and a more clement clime for someone born in Midgard.