This drabble is something I've had in my head for months. And because posting stories, getting reviews and response is like a drug - highly addictive - I just had to write this, the day after I finally posted my new story.

So... I hope you'll enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.

Cold

She could feel the cold get to her. Down her back, the chill followed her neck and spine, nipping, biting gently. Slowly it had crept upon her, sneaking tendrils into her organs. She could feel it now, how her lungs froze, a glacier invading and squeezing them, so that she could no longer breathe.

Her brain was caught in the blizzard, each little wave of anguish forcing her to her knees. This might very well be her last thoughts, her last conscious effort.

Her heart – there was such a weight upon it, as it turned to ice.

She cast a desperate, blue eyed glance at her companion – asking for help, mercy, anything.

Drew locked his gaze with her, a silent sigh escaping his lips. «Just drink your slush, May.»