All was seen was pure white, along with a cold strong breeze that was stronger then a hurricane. The roaring winds scattered the rapidly falling snow, nearly freezing the entire atmosphere in the area. A strong blizzard was covering the entire mountain of Mount Coronet within the Sinnoh region, the area was too thick of freezing snow that a human couldn't see a single thing but pure white. The snow covering the ground would be too deep and too cold for a mere human being to come across, however, a Pokemon of Ice could pass on by this blizzard like it was nothing. It'd see it as a peaceful and normal day, enjoying a stroll in this freezing storm like a natural rainy day.
. . . And that's, where our story begins.
Within the horrific white storm, a struggling strange figure was fighting against the rapid winds within the blizzard. A closer inspection soon relieved a struggling Weavile traveling within the deep snow, it's right claw was lifted to cover it's face so the snow wouldn't blind it's eyes while the other was holding it's side like it was limping. The wing blew through his red feathers, making them wave roughly back and forth, causing the Weavile to feel a slight pain in his side. It hisses while traveling through the snow and the rough winds as it's slow movement only made the pain worse. It seemed though as the blizzard was going to freeze it to death. Even though Weavile is an ice type, it's mostly seen in cavern and forest areas, no where near low temperatures such as this especially when the Pokemon is wounded. The Weavile hissed to itself stopping it's pace to struggle even standing. "Dammit.. This blizzard..it's horrible.. How will I be able to get out of it..?" it thought to itself as it it's pure blood red eyes darted around in search for shelter from the storm. It's dark black and blue coat soon started to glow white from the frost covering it's body, the Weavile shivered wildly trying to get a hold of itself, it knew it needed to leave, it knew that if it stayed any further, it'd die. But how? How can it escape the storm when it has no idea where to go? Where is the end of this horrific storm? Is there an end? With all the thoughts in it's head, the stress and pain soon took over, and the Weavile collapsed in the snow. The icy storm roughly blew over the motionless Weavile, causing frost to cover it's body. Will it live? Or will it die?
A voice soon echoed throughout the blizzard, an angelic voice that echoed over the roaring winds of the blizzard that was clear as a chime of a bell. The voice slowly grew closer to the Weavile, causing the Weavile crimson eyes to slowly open to where it's vision was completely blurry. The blizzard blinded it's eyes, it weakly lifted it's head to look ahead. There in the distance.. was a hovering figure who was drawing closer. The Weaviles eyes shook in shock as the figure drew closer and the echoing angelic voice was becoming louder. "...That voice." the Weavile could only say in it's head as it's head then collapsed and it completely lost conscious. "...So beautiful."
Hush now my snowbird
Be still and don't cry
Please let me hold you,
as I sing my lullaby
Sleep and let the angel's take your wing
Little snowbird, sleep while I sing
As the words echoed into Weaviles mind, it's mind was at peace. The heavly voice kept sending it mind at a peaceful era, was it being sent to heaven? Did it see an angel that came to set him free? It's body felt too cold, it's mind was racing with thoughts at what could be the end of it. Until. . .
"Hey." A soft and gentle voice was heard. "Hey, can you hear me? Are you alright?" The voice grew more, as well as a tone of concern. "Please, wake up." the voice was very concerned, but was keeping calm, as if it was watching a relative die but trying hard not to lose their mind. "Please, wake up. I must know if you are alright." The voice was now even more concerned. Weavile slowly opened his blood colored eyes, half lidded due to the icy snow nearly blinding it's sight. It's vision was blurry, it's pupils were shaking trying to gain it's vision back. As soon as it did, it was connected to two hypnotizing crystal blue hues. "Ah.. You are awake. Thank Arceus.." The voice came from the one who had such beautiful crystal hues. "You had me very worried.. I nearly thought you had passed on." the voice kept speaking to the Weavile whom was barely stable. Weavile just stared blankly at the creature whom was blurry to his vision still. "Ah.. you are still gaining your strength. Please, rest." the voice had kept speaking. Who was this mysterious creature who rescued this Weavile?
The Weaviles eyelids soon started to lose their strength, and then slowly shut again. Before he began to slumber, it felt a cold but soft skin touch its forehead and then what felt like a warm fuzzy cloth touch it's head, staying there. Then slowly slipped into a deep slumber.
In it's slumber, Weavile kept replaying the angelic voice that it heard out in the freezing blizzard that nearly took it's life. The voice was so peaceful and so elegant, it couldn't stop replaying within Weaviles head. If it were to pass, it was glad to hear such a voice in his final moments.
A few hours have passed, as Weavile soon gained his strength to open its eyes once again. This time, its vision was not as blurry, it could barley see things clearly, but enough to figure out the things surrounding it. As its eyes slowly opened, it turned its head to catch a feel of something soft it was laying on. It felt like a bed, but wasn't a bed because it was so low to the ground. Maybe is was just a mattress, or a blanket on the ground. Whatever it was, it gave Weavile great comfort in his condition. Weaviles eyes darted back and forth to study his environment, and then he realized he was in some kind of room, a bedroom. Weavile groaned lightly as it slowly sat up, his body barley with any strength, but being a strong Pokemon it could manage. As it sat up, it noticed a towel fell from its head straight onto its lap. "Hm..?" it questioned the towel as it picked it up and studied it carefully. It was folded neatly, and moist with warm water, which cooled within the time Weavile slumbered. It knew that someone or something placed the towel on its head, which means someone did rescue it from the blizzard. But who exactly? Or what? And why save a creature like Weavile?
"Oh, you are awake. I am glad." The voice from before was heard once again. Weaviles feathered ears perked hearing the voice as it turned its head and to see whom exactly rescued it. Catching eye of the rescuer, it's eyes widen in shock to see a creature of pure snow, a radiant violet face with crystal hues, wearing a skull-like mask with ice crystallized horns and it's arms hanging from the mask with only three fingers, it's body was floating it had no legs. Around it's wave pattered body was a bright pink ribbon which gave the creature a elegant charm. It was a Froslass without a doubt!
Weaviles eyes were widen at the elegant Pokemon that was floating before it. "A Froslass? ...A ghost type saved me?" Weaviles mind raced with questions, a ghost type saving a dark type? They are practicaly mortal enemy in types, ghost types are weak against dark so most ghost type Pokemon fear dark types, so why would a Froslass not fear a Weavile? Why risk being in the storm just for a deadly Weavile? Why? All the Weavile could do is just stare at the Froslass, its crimson eyes just gazing at the snow beauty.
Seconds after, the Froslass hovered closer to Weavile, her eyes gazing down at the resting Weavile as she soon floated down to the ground where she was it's height. All Froslass were the size of a average human, however, this Froslass was unique, she was the exact same size as the Weavile. What made this size difference occur? Who knows, in this world of mysteries and legends anything is possible to happen. "How are you feeling? Did you get warm?" the Froslass asked the Weavile. She gave him a friendly and sweet smile, which struck the Weavile cold heart. It's reaction was stunned to see a Froslass smiling to a Weavile, which has never happened. This moment, this very moment, Weavile was shocked beyond anything he's experienced. "Can you not speak?" The Froslass smile faded concerned for the Weavile, wondering if it could speak. "Ah...uh..I.." Weavile tried to speak, but the situation was too stunning that it made him at loss for words. Froslass blinked clueless to it as she suddenly gave a friendly smile. "Well, stuttering is not really giving me a sign, please, you can speak to me." she tried making Weavile feel comfortable around her, so she wouldn't be a total stranger.
Weavile blinked to his senses as it shook its head then suddenly hissed taking a hold of its side. But wait.. What's this around its waist? Weavile looked down while lifting the blanket that was covering it's lower body and noticed bandaged wrapped around its waist. Did she treat its wounds? Weavile kept staring at the bandages around its waist and then looked up at the Froslass who hasn't moved, but she did still have that friendly smile. "That wound was pretty bad, luckily I had some Potion to help treat it." the snow beauty answered with a light chuckle. "You are male, so I take it you have a hasty nature, so I do assume that you are in often battles." Froslass smiled as she reached next to her and held up a tray of sliced Sitrus berries. "Here, I brought you some food, to help gain your strength." Froslass gave a sweet and gentle smile as she used her arm to pick up one slice and hold it to the Weavile's mouth. He gazed at the slice, then up at the Froslass "Did you poison these..?" He asked glaring at the Froslass with a dark glare, not giving an once of trust to her even if she saved him! Froslass looked at him blankly for a moment, but gave a bright smile with a cute giggled. Weavile looked at her losing his glare to a more confused look. Why was she laughing? He was serious about the poison, it's not uncommon for berries to be poisoned or have some kind of status problem, but their types being enemies one can easily trick another.
"Poison? Why on earth would they be?" Froslass continued to giggle, the expression on her cheerful violet face proved that it was no trick. She was indeed trying to help Weavile, which brought great confusion to him. "Because, we are opposite types. You are ghost, and I am dark." Weavile spoke answering her question, speaking those words made Froslass realize that he has a serious nature and doesn't joke when it comes to opposing types. Her hand lowered from Weavile as he spoke giving her a small depressing look, seeing that Weavile didn't give her an ounce of his trust. However, despite of their types, Froslass gave a smile. "I know that we are opposite, and we are to be enemies." She spoke as she slowly looked down and closed her eyes. "You were about to die out there.. and I could not let that happen. The look on your face.. That ill look. It looked like you desperately needed help. So, I did." She continued as she rose her head up again to look Weavile straight in the eye with her trembling crystal hues.
Weavile was stunned, his eyes were widen as her words suddenly made his chest tighten. He gripped his chest with his right claw as he looked down, sweat dripping down his head "Wh-What is this.. m-my chest suddenly feels like it's suffocating me.." He shook the feeling off as best as he could and looked over to noticed the small slice of berry that was in Froslass's hand. He slowly reached over to take the berry and took one small bite as a test to see if she was telling the truth, instead of the bad taste of poison, he tasted the sweetness and energy run on his taste buds. She was trying to help him, which gave Weavile a bit of a relief, but also a warm feeling inside him. He then looked over to the snow beauty and spoke to her "Hey.. I will eat them." he gave her darted eyes. Froslass eyes gazed at him, then smiled giving a light chuckle "I am glad, these berries will help you gain your energy." she said as she rested the tray of diced berries beside him and then hovered up. "If you need anything else, please do not hesitate to ask." Froslass smiled sweetly to Weavile.
"Yeah.. When can I leave? You're not holding me here hostage, are you?" Weavile spoke boldly as he ate the diced berries piece by piece. Froslass smiled faded as she looked at him as if why to ask him such a question. "I-I am not holding you captive! Y-You may leave whenever you have your strength back." she answered with such confusion, but also a cracked voice in a way where her feelings were a bit help. She felt he did not appreciate her help, after even tasting the berries. "Very well, I will leave in the morning." Weavile spoke finishing the berries and setting the tray aside the mattress and laid back down facing the wall pulling the covers over him. Froslass hovered in place as her cheery expression soon turned to a frustrated expression, she hovered near the mattress to take the tray and turned away quickly as her cheeks puffed angerly. "Hey." Weavile's voice was suddenly heard making Froslass stop her pace "Thanks." he finished. Froslass slowly turned her head to look at the resting Weavile as her cheeks suddenly flushed, but gave a small sweet smile. "You are most welcome.." her words whispered to him as she hovered away taking the tray to the kitchen.
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That same evening. . .
A sound of crackling was heard in another room, Weaviles eyes opened as his feathered ears twitched to the sound along with the smell of burning wood. He quickly sat up having a feeling that the little cottage was on fire, but froze until his crimson eyes caught sight of Froslass's shadow through the doorway where the living room was. "Hm.." was all he could mumble to himself, he slowly stood himself out of bed, giving himself enough strength to stand up as he tip toed over peeking through the corner of the doorway. His eyes caught Froslass. She was poking the fireplace with a fire poker, while it was burning wood. This was VERY strange indeed. An ice type dealing with fire? This is no ordinary Froslass. . .
Froslass hummed while she was aligning the wood properly so that no chips could fall and burn the floor. As she finished she placed the fire poker down and hovered in front of the fire place, her crystal hues gazing at the burning wood as she smiled. She closed her eyes and let her mouth open as her angelic voice sang..
Hush now my snowbird
Be still and don't cry
Please let me hold you,
as I sing m-
"That voice!" Weavile interrupted from the doorway as he took a step near her starling her. Froslass looked at him panicked at first then took a sigh of relief and then looked at him confused of what he meant. "Y-You were the one I heard before I lost consciousness. So.. you were the last thing I saw." He looked looked her astonished from her voice. "Well.. yes. As I said, I helped you. I was walking through the blizzard when I caught a glimpse of something dark in front of me. I looked to see that it was you." She finished as she fiddled her hands while she was talking. "So, you're the one who sang that song." Weavile spoke, he kept replaying the sound of that voice over and over. It was probably the most beautiful song he had ever heard. "Song? Oh, it is a lullaby my mother sang to me.. Before she died." Froslass spoke as she looked next to the fireplace, and there was a picture of two Froslasses one big and one little. The big one was holding the little one while placing a small tiara on her head. Except, one looked different from the other. One had a pure red ribbon, while the other wore a purplish pink ribbon.
"Is that you and her?" Weavile asked as he took a closer stop to examine it. "Yes, that was my mother. She was a Froslass too." Froslass smiled as she hovered next to Weavile, they both studyed the picture. "Why do you look different from her? You both aren't exactly the same. Your ribbons are different." Weavile questioned, it wasn't normal for a Pokebaby to look different from their mother. "We have.. been trying to figure that out as well, but we had no clues to what could be." Froslass answered as she let out a sigh and gently lifted the picture with her hands to gaze at it closelt. "Regardless of how I looked.. my mother loved me like a normal Pokemother no matter how much I was different." Froslass looked down at the picture wanting to cry, but she didn't. Without a hint, Weavile realized how Froslass was feeling, he too lost a close relative, but enough of his story. "So.." Weavile tried to change the subject "This.. cottage." he continued as he took steps toward the middle of the room. "Where, and how did you manage to get it? I thought these kinds of shelters belonged to humans." he continued again as he looked at all the decor and the furniture, he was right. This is the kinds of living humans mostly live in, no Pokemon would know how to live like a human.
"Oh, this? I found this little house. I learned to take care of a home from humans." Froslass explained as she smiled to him holding her have patterned arms together. "How? Without being targeted for capture?" Weavile continued asking question, he was growing curious on how Froslass managed to gain all of this knowledge. "Well, there are humans who come hike up this mountain, and some even make a small cabin, so I watch them and see how they live. I managed to get some of these comfy decorations from other cabins, I know it is bad, but i just wanted to make this place more comfy and home like." Froslass finished as she smiled toward Weavile. "So, you took things? That's risky." Weavile folded his claws over his furry chest as he chuckled a little and gave a small smirk. "That's pretty impressive." he looked toward the furniture smirking. Froslass noticed his smirk and blinked with her face in awe. "He is smiling a bit.. I guess that means he is feeling better. And trusts me a little.." Froslass couldn't help but smile and let out a light giggle. Weavile turned to her losing his smirk after hearing her giggle "What's so funny?" he asked. Froslass shook her head lightly to make it seem like it was nothing, then looked up to noticed something out the window. "Oh! The blizzard, it stopped!" Froslass pointing and as she did Weavile looked out the window to noticed the storm has indeed vanished.
"I see. Then it's time for me to leave." Weavile said as he turned and headed toward the door. "What?! But you said you were going to leave tomorrow! And what if your energy is not back yet?" Froslass stuttered endlessly worrying for the Weavile whom she cared for. "Don't be silly, if I had the energy to stand from the mattress that I'm fine." Weavile waved his claw as he continued walking to the door slowly opening it. As he did, a sudden breeze of cold air brushed through his fur and feathered ears like a embrace of a cold winter. "It's still a little chilly.." he sighed feeling chills. Out of no where a blanket was plopped over his shoulders, then was suddenly tied to his neck like a cape. Weavile looked back to see Froslass right behind him, she was smiling as she finished tieing the blanket around his neck. "Take this, sometimes the cold will get worse, so take it to keep yourself warm." She widened her smile as she hovered. Weavile was speechless, no ones ever been this caring or kind to him. He suddenly felt his chest tighten again, like he couldn't breathe. "This feeling is back.. Why does it keep happening..?" He questioned to himself as he just stared at Froslass blanket. "Thank you, Froslass." Weavile spoke, but realized what he just said. Froslass's eyes widen with shock hearing Weavile say her name, even he was in shock after what he said. His face flushed lightly but then pulled the blanket over his face and body like a cloak and began walking away. "Goodbye." He said as he walked. "Weavile!" Froslass shouted his name making him stop and turn to look at her. "Be careful, and.. the reason why I was giggling earlier.." She spoke as she watched the male looking toward and smiled lightly as her cheeks began to glow red. "I like it when you smiled." She finished and smiled slowly closing the door.
Weavile stood there in shock. He didn't move, the clod breeze blew through the blanket as his head looked down. His eyes her gazed at t he snow ground, with his cheeks flushed pure red.
"...My smile..."
. . .That's where we fell.