A/N: Written for the A Prompt Per Pokemon Challenge, Froslass – use the friendship genre.
Froslass's Daycare
Froslass might be partially a ghost, but that didn't mean she didn't have a heart. Nor did it mean ghosts in general had no hearts. They had friends. And family. So did she.
And in the wild, no-one remembered she was partially a ghost. They were all creatures of the ice. They were all bretheren. All friends. Froslass had a little Snover under her care, and a few Snorunt and Swinub as well. Just one Snover though. Most were on the other side of the glacier.
This one should be on the other side as well, but it had gotten lost. But that was okay. They looked after him: she as the mother, the Snorunt and Swinub as the brothers and sisters and friends. They were a family like that – and when they were a little bigger and stronger they'd go and travel across the glacier and take the Snover back home.
But the Snover was alright. He missed home sometimes, but he was happy with his new family, his new friends. And he was safe as well. It didn't matter that his new "mother" was half a ghost, that some of the humans said was the sort of creature that would suck out souls – because that was a lie. The Snorunt and Swinub could attest to that. So could the Snover. Because she was a like a mother figure to them: looking after all of them as they played and grew almost as close as brothers, as friends.