Frozen belongs to Disney and whoever else actually owns Frozen... That means, not moi.
This was my gift for the lovely Pankite on the Elsanna Secret Santa of 2017. She allowed me to post it :3
Huge thanks to my wonderful Betas that endured my awful typos: Major Sexy and IceCreamPrincess8
Section 1
The mountain range was no different from any other. Cold, white, little breathable air. On the horizon all she could see was more peaks and snow covered trees. In all her travels she had never been so far into the north.
"Victini!"
"Shhhhh."
"Victini!"
Anna sighed and kept looking through the binoculars. In the distance she could see many different species of Ice Pokemon scattered around.
"Marowak."
"You're right," Anna said starting to pack her equipment. "It really looks like they are patrolling the area." As broken as the world had become over the last years, she couldn't doubt anything anymore.
No one knew exactly why the world started to crumble in itself. The only thing everyone knew for sure was that the strange natural disasters were increasing in an Arithmetic progression… Or at least at the same pace as the snow. Not much of the ocean was left sailable. A thick layer of ice spread over the waters, practically cutting all navigation unless you were fond of icebreakers.
"Maro."
"What? No. I'm going anyway. I don't care if you don't trust him."
"Marooooowak!"
Anna stopped and stared at her Alolan Marowak. He glared back at her crossing his stump paws. The light emanating from the ghost flames in his bones flickered against the snow like the ticks of a mute clock in a pregnant silence. The size of the shadows made her think about the time. She gazed at the mountaintops: it wouldn't be long until the sun vanished under the horizon.
They looked at each other in a stalemate.
Well, screw that.
She unceremoniously returned him back to his pokeball before he could argue further.
She turned to the side and patted the head of little white Pokemon with an orange "V" shape in its head. Its big blue eyes shone as she smiled at it and it flapped its tiny white fairy wings.
It was time. It's okay, it's okay… She was okay. She was born ready!
Anna released a blue bird with a large cloud shaped body. The magnificent creature sung and chirped extending its wings. Anna hopped on its back and they glided down the mountain. The Altaria kept very close to the ground while its trainer crouched as if they were snowboarding in the air. Anna guided the way with practiced ease until they reached an open area where they could be spotted by the patrolling Pokemon. They halted and she used the momentum to jump off its wings with the kind of elegance she would display for little else.
Anna thanked her Altaria, giving it a snack before calling it back to its pokeball. She hid under a large snow mound to survey the area.
The reunion of species was impressive. Pokemon of different stages could be seen: Avaluggs, Bergmites, Glalies and Cryogonals. Even the, weird as they were to Anna, Vanillishes and Vanilluxes.
It was close to impossible to not wonder why any of this was actually possible. But most important, she was busy trying to figure out how to avoid being spotted. If she started one fight, then it would probably quickly escalate into a chain of battles. How long would she be able to last? No. Best avoid them all, something told her that-
*Pop*
All the hair in Anna's body stood on end as she noticed that some Pokemon stopped what they were doing as if something caught their attention.
Her blood froze as she felt movement from behind her. She turned to see-
"Pan?"
God fucking dammit!
"Bewear! Go back to your pokeball!" she whispered as low as she could with all the urgency in her body, trying to return the Pangoro to its pokeball. It was useless, he was way beyond curious. His two black bead eyes shone with naivety, all too eager to help with whatever his trainer was doing.
"No! At least hide, dammit." She stared, admonishing the almost two meters tall Pangoro. She held him by the paw and he allowed to be led into proper cover behind the snow. Anna was fairly sure he hadn't understood what they were doing.
"Goro," he said pointing to his pink face. Some of the pink was starting to fade, showing patches of the true color of his white fur.
A sigh escaped Anna as she accepted defeat and retrieved her makeup kit. The Pangoro crouched to allow her access to his face. She fixed his makeup and gave him a portable mirror. He picked the object with a paw. It was ridiculously small for his size. He turned his face to check at different angles and adjusted the replica of Bewear ears around his face, hiding his real ears.
After her Pangoro seemed satisfied, Anna commanded him to keep quiet and keep watch. She was reviewing what she knew that could be useful about the Pokemon surveiling the area. She shivered as she saw a group of Cryogonals passing by.
"…I mean, they are beautiful, I'm the first to say I love snowflakes, but it's so odd to think that Cryogonals are carnivore. I mean, come on, they are floating chunks of ice what freeze their victims before consuming them. Don't you think that's- oh, come on Bewear, don't throw up!"
It was almost too late. The Pangoro was covering his mouth with his paws and looked a bit green. Anna patted his back and managed to make him better before some disaster could happen. He was just a big softie. Well, he was her big softie! Anna had always supported his wish to be a Bewear. She knew he wouldn't be as happy in the wild. Oh, well. Crisis averted.
Or so she thought. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted it. A Weavile hissing and apparently ready to call for support. Her brain was already racing with battle strategies when out of nowhere a Lycanrock jumped into the Weavile with Accelerock. Anna stood frozen, avoiding any major movement as she paid attention. The Lycanrock laid on all fours over its fainted prey. It glowered at Anna, its wolfish eyes gleaming in a sickening red.
After a brief moment of tension, finally, the Lycanrock stepped aside and sat calmly, as if waiting for the human.
Anna blinked. Wow, he really came. She doubted that he would actually come… For a second she really thought she had been fooled into a trap. Well, not fooled per se; Marowak hadn't believed for a second… but Anna was always one to trust. To give a chance.
The Lycanrock moved and Anna followed him. He led her to the middle of a herd of Sawsbucks. The whole herd was white, all the Pokemon sporting their winter coats. The taller of them moved to front to meet the Lycanrock. Both seemed to communicate almost soundlessly. The leader guided Anna exactly to what she was looking for. Anna checked the telling terrain of soft earth. If what she could scrap about the area was right, it was perfect. She turned to thank both Pokemon, but the Lycanrock was already gone.
She patted the rear of the Pangoro commanding him. He crouched and Anna mounted him. His expression changed completely. His eyes lost focus and he bared his fangs. He raised its front paws propping himself on his hind legs like a fighter preparing for battle. Anna held at his fur to not fall. The stance would always remind her that, unlike a real Bewear, her Bewear still was a Dark type.
The giant black and white fighter started to dig. Dirt flew everywhere. The furious pace of each of his swipes quickly made both of them vanish from sight. He kept digging down in a maddening rhythm, following the natural trail of the soil until the path simply ended. Anna couldn't see anything. It was pitch dark. She felt air in her hair and there was less and less dirt around them. Her stomach dropped as they hovered and started falling in the unknown darkness. It was all so fast that Bewear kept digging in the air as they erupted into an cave, ending up splashing into an underground river. They barely sunk as Pangoro emerged with his trainer on his back and resumed his swipes in a fluid motion like he hadn't just swapped digging for swimming. Anna held tighter and kept her head up to avoid drowning. The current was strong, keeping their bodies mostly submerged.
Before either of them could do anything to stop it, the river tossed them into a water tunnel without air. They got separated, swirling underwater, bumping into sharp stones. The pressure pushed them forward until they got spat by mother nature into the bottom of a lake. There was light coming from one direction. They instinctively swam towards it like moths, expecting that the light came from the surface, and with it, air.