Stepping out of the warm embrace of the spa, Brynhild's breath puffed out in a cloud as they approached the ice skating center. A stark contrast to the serenity they'd just left, the building pulsed with a different kind of energy – one that vibrated with exhilaration and the joyful cacophony of scraping blades on ice.
The exterior was a modern marvel of glass and steel, its facade reflecting the vibrant hues of the setting sun. Towering windows offered a glimpse into the heart of the action – a vast sheet of gleaming ice teeming with skaters of all ages and abilities. Upbeat music, a mix of pop and classic winter anthems, spilled out the open doors, beckoning them inside.
Entering the building, a wave of cool, crisp air greeted them. The scent of freshly sharpened skates mingled with the aroma of hot cocoa and popcorn wafting from a concession stand tucked away in a corner.
