Skadi sat in the tavern by the shore, her icy gaze fixed on the sea. The clinking of glasses and distant chatter seemed insignificant against the impending night of horror that was soon to come. Her demeanor remained cold and distant, a reflection of the duty she had. As the waves crashed outside, her thoughts were a silent storm.

"Doctor, you like my hair? Why don't you come and touch it? Though I still have to advise you to keep your distance as many met an untimely demise after coming in contact with me."

There was hint of endearment in her tone but still a icy cold one to keep others away from the dangers that lurk within.