A cold rush of air breezes over Snowpoint City as dozens of trainers wait helplessly, trapped in the Pokémon Center. One of them is the famous Pokémon Coordinator herself, Dawn. She wanted to leave 3 hours ago, but the 3 meters worth of snow blocking the 3 exits make her feel like it's been 3 years since she took a breath of fresh air.
She sighed, staring out a window.
Meanwhile, some people begin complaining. "IT'S GETTING COLD". "IT STINKS HERE" the small number of Lasses exclaim. Some people start complaining to argue with Nurse Joy. All she could do was listen. She knew lighting her fuse would ruin the reputation of the otherwise patient and caring Joy family.
But then there were the 3 or 4 people who have accepted their fate. They were going to die. A sickly, green haired boy knew he was going to die from an asthma attack before he could feel the green grass again. A Jubilife TV reporter, who was originally there to report on the gym leader, Candice, knew that an avalanche was bound to happen, destroying the city.
And then there was Dawn. This young, 10 year old girl somehow accepted the horrendous fate slowly approaching her. She stared out the window, dazed. All she could think of was her family. Her mother, the father that left her when she was an infant. Despite all the commotion, all Dawn could hear was the void of silence.
She stared out the window. The snow had an odd beauty to it. The leaves moved in a pattern that somehow left her intrigued. She wondered how the sea was not frozen, even in this kind of weather.
Suddenly, a noise filled the room. Snow began to shift. People began to scream. The green haired boy had tears running down his face. He started regretting ever becoming a Pokémon trainer. The news reporter uttered in a soft voice. "Finally...I was right about something". Dawn's last action was simply, closing her eyes.