(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/327/2/8/the_frost_valkyrie_by_sirtiefling-d5lw2rl.jpg)<br/><br/>Freya slowly entered the large double doors at the entrance of the Mists Arena. They were impressive, made of iron and very heavy, and it was clear that what lays behind them, was of great importance. As she stepped into the large stone hallway, already the barbarian from the north could hear many voices, people chatting, shouting, clapping and enjoying themselves in the spectator seats. There was blood in the air, and not just from the stains on the floor and walls, surely from previous fighters who limped out of the arena. Everyone was here to see fights, people getting beaten up, abused, to see blood and sex. Even though this was her first time here, she knew exactly what to expect, everyone knew the reputation of this place.<br/><br/>The barbarian slowly advanced towards the main room, and from there she could see a closed gate leading to the sand floor. She smirked at the sight, bringing her heavy curved sword on her shoulder. It appeared as if she was the first to arrive today, and she could see that the room had a few wooden tables and chairs, along with some mugs on them, and wine barrels on the wall, apparently for gladiators to spend time waiting for combat pairing. But Freya decided to stay standing. She watched the sand floor, thinking of strategies and tactics, of what she would do when an opponent would show up.