The elevator Frost and Khione used to travel through the different levels of the ship was restricted to those with at least platinum and gold grade status. For those with silver, bronze and iron grade there was a different lift, larger, less private and far less smooth in its transition but still considered high quality amongst the average Niflheim citizen.
In practically no time at all, the young couple arrived on one of the bottom floors, an area designated for musical entertainment. Such practises could get rather noisy and rowdy thus they were sequestered far away from the peace and tranquillity expected higher up.
Khione led Frost by the hand, dashing passed a few large ballrooms where gallantly dressed men and women danced very formally and with well-trained elegance.
"Ignore that, the hells would freeze over before you see me dancing in such a stiff and dull manner." She loudly scoffed and scrunched her nose, refusing to even pop her head in and check out the scene.
