The expedition soon neared the top of the tower. Jerrod had caught up with them, and his Houndoom followed. Celestial tower was filled with less Litwick than usual, and the air seemed to be getting colder as they climbed the stairwells. Jerrod stayed by his Houndoom, but stayed strong. Jacqueline held her Sylveon close as well, and Darla's mind was shifting through all the possible causes of the freezing.

Of course, the area around route 7 was typically cold, but does not normally have hailstorms in late autumn. Darla looked around, and noticed how Derek was getting frightened.

Derek was the youngest of the group, only having just turned seventeen. His only Pokemon was a Deerling, who followed behind him. His auburn hair was combed into bangs that hid his eyes, though we could all tell they were filled with sheer dread. All could hear him muttering, "We're dead. We're so dead. I shouldn't have signed up for this trip!"

"Get a hold of yourself!" Jerrod shouted. "None of us will die today! There is strength in numbers, and there are eight of us! And that isn't including our Pokemon!"

Derek gulped in fear and trudged on, now more afraid of Jerrod than whatever is on the top floor. The troupe climbed the final stairwell, met with a chill breeze as the trapdoor lifted.

They came across a gruesome sight:

A Froslass had made her home atop the tower, surrounded by the frozen corpses of Elgyem and assorted trainers. Each were positioned into a symmetric, elaborate fashion. Five of the bodies made what appeared to be a throne, seated in front of the bell. She stared to the eight trainers, the blue irises in her eyes contracting. Crystals of ice lined her jaws and erupted from each temple, like the horns of an arctic demon.

The only one not frightened was Jerrod, who's Houndoom was born for such a situation. Houndoom was equally confident in his power. The Froslass subtly smirked, knowing she had an advantage. The troupe could potentially be reduced to ice sculptures, soon.

"Beelzebub, it is time for a barbecue" Jerrod commanded. His canine follower then discharged a low growl followed by a loud bark. The bark was accompanied by a ripping fire that melted all ice around them. The Froslass, however, easily strafed away and made her path directly toward the dog. Jerrod was now in a panic. "Crunch!"

The hit landed, but the Froslass was still standing. His bite only managed to strike her right arm. She landed a kiss in return, atop his snout. He yowled and released, tail between his legs. The Froslass smiled and seemed more invigorated as a result. This is when Jerrod recognized the Drain Kiss technique. "Does anybody here have a Steel-Type?"

Jerrod's answer was given by the appearance of an Aegislash, called forth by Andrew, the sleaziest of the group. Just a day before, the pasty-white city boy was hitting on anyone with a pulse in the RV, but now wore his hooded jacket into battle. Rage filled his eyes this time, his jacket tight against his muscular body, and he commanded his Aegislash into battle. It sliced clean down a shadow ball, floating in the midst of the mist around it.

As the battle raged on, Andrew looked to Darla and shouted, "Get the bell! Ghost-types are soothed by its ringing!"

Darla, still mesmerized by the battle in front of her, snapped out of it and nodded. She ran toward the bell, struggling to keep balance. Samson was holding tight against her chest in fear.

She neared the bell, and was about to ring-

But a great pain was felt in her skull. She lifted a hand to her head and noticed blood. Her vision was hazy, and she soon fell to the ground. Samson squeaked in a panic as everything went dark for his trainer.

Darla woke up several hours later in the hospital of Icurrus City, Samson joyful to see her recovery. Bandages were wrapped around her head and her left hand connected to an IV. She met eyes with Jacqueline, Derek, and Andrew around her. She only was able to recall key events from the incident, involving a Froslass and frozen corpses. "What happened?" she managed to ask.

Jacqueline looked down. "The Froslass was beaten, but she used Destiny Bond in her final throes. She must have missed and got you by mistake"

"The doctors say that if Aegislash was in its Blade form, you would have died on impact" Derek added.

"I am so sorry, Darla." Andrew was truly ashamed, standing in a nervous manner. "I should have known that ghosts could do that!"

"Don't worry, Froslass was probably dazed from an earlier impact and got me instead. None of it was your fault."

Upon hearing this, Andrew let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you! Boy, that was sure going to bug me for a while" The change in tone did anger Darla a bit. "Well, the good news is that the damage was only to your frontal lobe, and you should be okay after a few days of Audino therapy."

Audino, I should write about those later, she thought.

"By the way, we brought you a note pad if you ever plan on writing anything when you're bored" Jacqueline smiled as she handed Darla a notepad. She sat and relaxed after they wrapped up and left.

Afterwards, she was at a loss about what to write about. The Litwick, the Houndoom, the Elgyem? What?

She found her answer after the Froslass climbed into the window, facing her. A cold death was imminent.

International Pokedex 361, 362, and 478- The Glalie and sub variants (Vorax cristallum)

Ice-Type, gaining Ghost-Type secondary if alternate Evolution is made.

Physiology

A Snorunt, similar to most Rock-Type Pokemon, the Snorunt has a soft body that it will cover in durable material for protection. The Snorunt, however, does not actually attach to its shell until entering the Glalie state. The Snorunt has cryokinetic properties to make their hats into a form of armor. The cryokinetic powers of a Snorunt are well-suited for battle, but each Snorunt is weak on its own.

A Glalie has condensed the minerals making up its body into stone, freezing it in place by use of cryokinetic power. Due to the great amount of frozen mass, the Glalie is capable of levitation. The average Snorunt or Glalie will either be capable of sealing its own wounds using hailstones or be resistant to flinching. Some, though rare, lack both of these abilities and instead are fiercely bipolar.

The Snorunt's place on the Phylogenic Tree places it near the Geodude, branching off during the last ice age. Snorunt evolve either by developing strength or exposure to a Dawn Stone.

Snorunt intelligence is similar to an eight-year-old child, warping to a more monstrous intelligence upon evolution into Glalie. Snorunt who evolve into Froslass have varying intelligence, always that of an adult woman.

The Snorunt, Glalie, and Froslass are all omnivorous.

Ecology and Social Activity

Snorunt and Glalie can be found in open tundras and some caves. It is known that Snorunt live close to humans quite often, a superstition stating that any home with a Snorunt inside will prosper. Snorunt will live in clans, defending and weaving hats for each other. They tend to build shelter under the leaves of evergreen trees. Oddly, the Snorunt is capable of deriving all essential nutrients from snow picked off of the ground.

Glalie, however, is less often seen, being a solitary predator. A Glalie is known as an extreme omnivore, as it is willing to eat almost any matter. Glalie have been witnessed to freeze prey solid before biting off pieces of any unfortunate soul to come across it. Some Glalie have also been witnessed to not freeze prey completely, choosing to eat their prey while still alive.

Like most Mineral Pokemon, an empty shell of the minerals they consist of is left behind after death. In the case of Glalie, it will drop to the ground and likely crack open upon death.

Reproduction

Snorunt reproduction is always consensual, tending to breed among their clan. If outside the clan, a strong bond is always formed beforehand. Snorunt, despite being highly affectionate for their mates, are polygamous creatures.

Snorunt are not known to have heat cycles. Similar to most Pokemon in the Fairy and Mineral egg groups, all reproduction is internal. Despite each session yielding only one egg on average, gestation lasts only a week. A Snorunt will be ready to breed again in roughly 72 hours.

A Glalie, however, will seek out a mate actively once per week. Due to the Glalie's monstrous disposition, meeting one during such a time is especially dangerous, as it will either brutally mate with the intruder or freeze them and then eat as usual. A female Glalie will lay a clutch of five eggs, after moving to a place far from its own territory. She will then leave them, as female Glalie are aware of their own appetite.

Homosexual activity is known to occur, though clans have varying opinions on it.

History

Snorunt, due to superstition, were prized by early man since their first appearance. It is theorized that Snorunt taught humans to weave fibers, and later led to rice-straw hats, worn by Kanto and Johto farmers even today. Great figures in history are said to have successfully tamed a wild Glalie, a show of their own dominance.

Alternate Evolution: Froslass

A Froslass is the result of exposing a female Snorunt to a Dawn Stone. The Dawn Stone will connect a Snorunt to a lost soul, specifically that of a deceased human maiden. The lost soul will then bind itself to the Snorunt, placing her into a deathlike state for an hour. The Snorunt will then gain far stronger cryokinetic powers, granting levitation and rapid speed. Also included is the supernatural power deriving from the girl who now became part of her.

The Froslass personality is very likely to match that of the girl, as well.

A Froslass body consists of cryokinetically lifted snowflakes, and is hollow in all cases. A Froslass is typically found in secluded parts of cold regions, marked by the frozen bodies of victims which have been made into her own personal statue garden. The Froslass diet is identical to the average Snorunt.

Similar to a Glalie, a dead Froslass will drop from the air and break its shell. It is unknown whether the souls of the Froslass and the girl are bound for eternity or otherwise.

Darla awoke the next morning to find that she was not dead, but the Froslass now was lying against her. She was cold, but it was pleasant nonetheless. She opened her mouth and no sound emerged, but a small gust of cold air. A slight message, however, was heard.

I'm sorry...

Froslass seem to have more humanity than most people think. This Froslass was actually remorseful of how she almost killed Darla, for she panicked and used Destiny Bond in desperation. Upon waking up, she must have searched for Darla to give her condolences. As she was about to leave, Darla held up one Pokeball.

She is honorable as she is deadly, a perfect member of my team, thought Darla.

Good to study firsthand, too.