The cold and ice didn't really bother Valkyrie by virtue of where she had spent the last five years or so, and also a certain natural fortitude, but she was still prone to walking around in order to keep warm just in case. She had been adapting the clothes available to her in order to fit her own style, and was finally down to only needing some boots. Nothing against dresses but it hadn't been the type of thing to wear for most of her life, and it sure wasn't now.
She walked into the billiard room as easily as she might have walked anywhere else, head full of clues and theories and failed attempts at making anything stick. The slippery floor at least provided some challenge, some fun, something she could surely overcome. And the portrait, in contrast, was creepy as all get-out. She only noticed the being on the floor some moments after being in the room, and she stood staring at him regaining his..."skin", she supposed, in silence.
Once he sat up, Valkyrie crossed her arms. "What in blazes happened to you?"