The next day, Mason awoke earlier than the other two. As he got up and rubbed his eyes, he went downstairs to get some breakfast to prepare himself for the day of work ahead of him. However, he realized there was going to be a lot more work in store than what he intended; a heavy snowstorm had hit last night! Nearly a foot of snow had arrived to greet Mason, who was wretched at the sight of seeing so much snow. He tried to take his mind off it by lifting the lid of the giant cooking pot at the stove, found it to be full of his grandfather's special recipe; Tauros Gardens! Meatballs made from the finest cuts of a Tauros wrapped in Babiri berries smothered in a sauce from Kelpsy and Tamato berries. It was just the thing needed to keep up Mason's strength, as well as distract him from all of the mounds of snow outside.

"Well well, look who's up!" Mason's grandfather said as he walked in with a mug of a coffee. "We got a lot of snow last night, and it needs to be shoveled. Could you do it for me, Mason?" As much as Mason didn't want to, he accepted the chore with the intentions of good deeds and respect for the elderly. "I will." Answered Mason, who took a deep breath after saying it. Mason didn't want to make his grandfather do it, and he knew that Daniel and Neil wouldn't wake up for a few more hours. "But maybe we should reschedule tree cutting, this might take a couple hours, and it's already nine-thirty. Going at noon when I'm tired just won't work out. " Reasoned Mason.

"I suppose so. What do you say about three O' clock?" wagered Mason's grandfather. Mason agreed as he scarfed down the last of the meal and went for his winter necessities. He went outside, grabbed the snow shovel off the deck, and prepared to clear a path on the driveway.

At the same time, deep in the woods, Froslass woke up to greet the aftermath of a night's snowstorm. Tall mounds of snow piled up everywhere, some that would be deceptively deep to any human who had to walk, she thought. Mounds of snow she could float over easily as well as play and manipulate for entertainment. Froslass thought about Mason again, and wondered where she could possibly find him again. But before doing so, she would announce her plans to her friends as not to arouse unneeded anguish or fear. Froslass's friends had found her instead, who had arrived behind.

"A good thing you haven't left yet. If you are leaving, that is. Are you still wishing to pursue the world these humans?" asked the Abomasnow, showing great responsibility towards her. He did not want to intervene too much, but humans are still quite the quarrelsome topic amongst the ice-type gang. Glaceon could hardly care less as he refused to partake in the discussion.

"I do want to find that Mason again. I have a few ideas of where to start looking. Even if I do not find Mason I'll look everywhere." Froslass said with glee and determination. No doubt about it, she wasn't giving up her affairs with humans for a long time.

"I see." Said the Abomasnow. "Do still take great care when dealing with them. Though you know a lot more about them than we do; we still know so little about them collectively. Be aware of what possible dangers they may bring." As she took in his advice, she departed off with ambition in her heart. Froslass did know of a few places where Mason could be, as she knew this forest perfectly. Every tree to rocks to the bump in the paths, now covered with snow, Froslass recognized, helping her pinpoint a location where Mason would be. Froslass first checked the area where she had first found Mason, but found nothing of interest. Froslass investigated other nearby parts of the wood, but Mason wasn't there. Nearly an hour of searching was spent in vain; almost every inch of the forest she theorized where Mason would be and she looked into them but could not found him. Just before giving up hope, she had a brainwave.

"Oh, how could I forget? What about that place where I found multiples yesterday? Mason's bound to be there!" she thought to herself. Not wanting to waste any more time she hurried off to the house where she followed Mason yesterday; if Mason was not there, she was out of options.

"Gah, damn snow. Why can't we get some dry weather in Sinnoh?" Mason grumbled to himself, tired from shoveling away painful amounts of snow. He had nearly a third of the driveway to go before he could officially be pardoned, and he was slowing down and breathing hard. "And I have to chop down a tree later, this ain't gonna be fun" he continued, silently displaying his dislike towards the shoveling job. As Mason was occupied, Froslass had found the house Mason was staying at. Excited, she looped around to try to find Mason, and she did to her delight. Froslass was behind Mason again, just like yesterday, except he was hunched over, seemingly in pain, as he doing shoveling away all the snow infront of him. Froslass was puzzled, like many things about humans introduced to her, and wanted to help him out somehow. Froslass announced her presence with a soft, harmonious hum in her natural angel-like voice she acquired after evolving to help soothe Mason. He heard her voice and was taken aghast at hearing something so beautiful. He stopped and looked behind him to see the Froslass that had an unmistakable interest in him.

"Ah, it's you!" Mason said with glee, anything to take his mind off the work he had left. "I'm happy to see you again, Froslass. As you can see, I'm kind of busy as of now…" Froslass moved to his right side to get a better idea of what he was doing, and to figure out how to help. "If you got any suggestions, feel free to use them." Froslass scoffed at the remaining snow that had to be moved by Mason.

"Moving snow? That's easy!" she thought to herself quietly, looking at what she thought to be such a menial task. Wanting to help out, she relocated to a better position, inhaled, and scattered almost all the remaining snow to the side with a Blizzard attack she learnt a long time ago. Mason was stunned to see all the remaining amounts of snow be blown off to the side of the driveway so effortlessly, saving him time.

"Wow," Mason said faintly, but loud enough to fall upon Froslass's ears. "I never thought you could do something like that..." Froslass blushed at the compliment, happily showing what she could do. Mason, quite content with the results, added the finishing touches by hauling away any loose traces of snow from the driveway worth shoveling as he made his way back to the house to take a quick nap and rejuvenate as much energy as he could before he would be sent off lumberjacking. Right before he entered the house, he turned around to see Froslass, smiled, and said,

"I'll definitely be seeing you later." before going inside. Froslass was content with herself being able to help out Mason and decided to go back to the woods where she hence came. She was looking forward to meeting him again.

Several hours passed after Mason napped on the living room couch, feeling somewhat refreshed and raring to go. He got onto his feet has his grandfather called to him; now was the time to make some money. Mason raced to the door to don his jacket and boots to go outside once more, only with human company.

"You ready?" his grandfather called to him as Mason came outside to see his grandfather and two cousins clothed and ready.

"Ready when you are." Mason replied. The gang moved to the garage and was armed with premium-grade axes and chainsaws, ready to sink their metal teeth into tree bark. Mason was in charge of operating the chainsaw while Daniel and Neil were armed with old fashioned, two-handed axes with stainless steel blades, all potent in doing their job. Each of them lightly ran their fingers across the cold steel to get a feel of their sharpness and potential.

"Now remember boys, these are not toys. They are tools, tools used for working. Don't try to be funny and swing them around randomly; I will not be responsible for those kinds of injuries." Mason's grandfather had warned. He had a very fine point, of which the boys headed well and seemed almost eager to work with, as they had official permission to use them, use them responsibly, at least. "Do you know how a chainsaw works, Mason?"

"Of course I know. Tug the cord quickly and use it slowly while avoiding getting the blade too wet. Something this heavy and dangerous is gonna be real good for mincing up wood." Mason said enthusiastically.

"One more thing; everybody take these goggles, they'll fit all of you just fine." Said Mason's grandfather as he handed everyone a pair of safety goggles. Content, the gang then moved towards the tractor shed, and Mason's grandfather climbed up onto a vast blue tractor with an enormous, enclosed wagon hitched to the back of it for transportation. The boys stored the axes and chainsaw on that wagon for convenience, until they were ready to do wood-work. With everything ready, the gang went into the icy forest to find the perfect tree to hack down and transmute into highly valued firewood.

Somewhere else in the forest was the curious Froslass that had adored Mason, all alone in a remote area of the wood. She smiled and meditated further on about Mason, wanting to know as many things, important to trivial, about him and humans in general, and how she could convince her friends to view them differently. Froslass thought about the possible well-toned body hidden behind his jacket, how his powerful arms could move around all the heavy snow, and the warmth of his body. How his fingers rested tenderly on her face, sending a feeling of soothing warmth throughout her body for as long as they lay. How his fingers would slowly trail down her chin and onto her silky dress, and soon go lower, and lower, until-

Her fantasies were shattered by an abrupt and alien sound off into the distance. One that initially sounded threatening, but one harmless enough to further investigate. Froslass diverted to the side and went towards it, flanking it, to avoid being spotted just like she did with her first encounter with Mason. The noise grew louder and louder until she could make out a bright blue machine being ridden by a different human coming forward into the woods. Froslass also found Mason and two other humans walking alongside the tractor, scouting the area for something. She wondered if they were looking for her, to poach and capture, as if Mason and backstabbed her, or if not what in Arceus's name would a group of humans be doing here. Froslass could barely make out Mason turning his head and nearly finding Froslass hidden amongst the snowy wood, and in an instant hid behind a tree out of fear. Mason looked in the general direction of where Froslass was spying, but did not actually see her in full, thinking it was just more snow; after a while he thought it all looked the same in his mind.

"Over there." Mason said as he pointed to the vague area Froslass was, directing the large tractor to the right onto a different path. Froslass shuddered, and carefully darted behind another set of trees, wanting to observe but remain hidden. Another few seconds had passed before she heard another human call out,

"Let's go over there!" cried out by Neil, pointed to a sharper right angle to change course for the tractor. Periodically did the tractor of posse of humans change direction for a long time, all the while Froslass had carefully stalked. As more time had passed, the more her questions flared up on what exactly was going to happen; if they were here to do good or bad. Mason and his cousins were beginning to get tired of searching for the perfect tree to hack down; most of the surrounding ones weren't exactly bad, but out of the seemingly countless ones in these woods, there had to be one with an immensely high potential. At long last, the one they were looking for was made apparent, as Mason caught a glimpse of Froslass farther off to the left of his line of sight, and from that diversion, a unique tree behind her that wasn't like the others around them.

"Hey, I think I found something!" Mason inquired, forgetting about Froslass for the time being as the pack took a left and ventured forth, until the tree that was in Mason's thoughts was made clear to the rest of them. It was a stout and tall tree standing about eighty feet tall with many gnarled branches from the top, forming a sort of "web" that different from the rest. The trunk was at least two feet in diameter, which gave off the impression that this tree could fuel a large house for a long month at the very least. Its bark looked rigid and grooved with a slightly softened texture, one that could be peeled away easily. Some of its awesome branches seemed to droop from the weight of the winter snow, making it look like it could reach down and scoop up unsuspecting Pokémon or tree-fellers. It was the perfect tree to take down; no other tree could rightfully be in its place at the heart of the woods.

"Now, what about this one? Is this one okay?" said Mason to his grandfather, who was studying the tree. His grandfather came to a few conclusions about it.

"This is almost certainly a type of tree known as black walnut. The thick of its wood has a black or dark brownish coloring; a filling if you will. But, if we do chop it down, we shouldn't use it has firewood. These types of trees are quite rare in Sinnoh, but I know of a friend who will pay full price for this kind of wood to make into furniture. I can supply him with wood of this tree and share the pay amongst you. If we do cut it down, we'll have to do some extra work; a tree of this size will need some space to fall."

Mason and his cousins listened, and started to wonder if it was the right call to chop down this tree. The bigger the better was true, but it seemed to be an impossible challenge. But, if it was chopped down, the payout and benefits would be incomparable to other trees. After much debate, they had reached a conclusion: hack it down, and don't leave until the job's done.

With agreement, the boys took their tools and devised a plan to bring it down in the most efficient way possible. First, the angle they would attack from. With some surveillance, they noted the area that they were in was open, barring a few skinny trees to the sides and infront of them with diameters no greater than six inches. The first step would be to clear them out to make a wide enough space for the tree to fall down cleanly and without collateral damage to the rest of the forest. Daniel and Neil focused down the more skinner ones, knocking them down with just a few chops as Mason sliced the thicker ones. As fun as it was to pit steel against wood, it was surprisingly tiring for them. After about ten minutes of "warm-up" hacking, all potentially crowding trees were knocked down and brushed aside.

"Are we just going to leave these here?" Daniel asked, as he didn't want to potentially waste any resources as he carefully cleaned his axe blade of loose snow and wood chippings.

"We can come back for them later in the day, but just focus on that black walnut tree." His grandfather insisted. With space freed up, the next task was to get what they came for; the black walnut. Another brainstorming session was hatched in order to figure out the best course of action for taking on the black walnut tree. The grandfather stepped in with a suggestion.

"Try to make an inch-deep dent or so all around the base of the tree," he suggested, "that way the tree can fall easier when you cut deep enough in." He drove the tractor around the side of the black walnut tree where it wouldn't fall and instructed Mason to make the starting cuts around the tree. Mason carefully circled the tree, gliding the chainsaw across to make the cuts the appropriate measure. In time an exposed ring of wood was made at the base of the tree, something small but significant enough to please Mason himself. With the initial ring carved out, now was the time to tackle and fell it with man power.

"Mason, just cut in from behind, and make sure you cut it equally. Daniel and Neil, help Mason by making more room for him; cut down more trees behind him and cut into the black walnut if you can." Instructed their grandfather, who was watching over them in case of something going awry. With a plan underway, Mason was slowly slicing inside the tree at a steady pace as he got some more space to move around in from his cousins felling trees behind him. This was surprisingly easy, Mason thought.

That was, until about a third of the way through, Mason suddenly felt drained of energy. He felt sleepy and found his chainsaw heavier than normal, causing sloppier cuts and more wood shavings to fly into face, bouncing off from his goggles thankfully. A sudden realization hit him; he didn't fully recover from earlier! Now with the morning's chore of shoveling snow coming back to haunt him, Mason found it troubling to keep making balanced cuts and slicing through the tree, as well as his body temperature rising higher than normal. Mason knew he was hot-blooded in the physical sense; he could always keep himself warm even during the winter, to the point of him taking off clothes. However, he knew that he would never hear the end of it from his grandfather about the health risks the cold would impose on those insufficiently clothed, and decided to keep on rolling with it.

"Mason, you're looking a little red. You sure you're all right?" said a worried Neil, looking over his shoulder to see Mason struggling to keep on cutting. Mason stopped his sawing temporarily to address himself.

"Yeah, but I need some help here. Lend me a hand, please." Requested Mason as he withdrew the chainsaw from the bowels of the great black walnut tree and powered it off to conserve its fuel. Daniel and Neil pitched in with their own axes to have a go at the black walnut tree, each swinging periodically with great force while Mason recovered. Each swung their axe periodically, alternating with each other to avoid a cramped situation with dangerous blades. They went at it, until they too were running out of steam. By this point, the tree was almost in timber range; just an inch more or two until gravity could do the rest.

"Ah, we need to rest up. Are you feeling any better? You could probably finish it," asked Neil, huffing and puffing with Daniel. "We've gotten this far, no sense in turning back now." Mason felt a little better from his break, but still wasn't in ideal condition. With a deep breath he revved up the chainsaw again and was determined to finish what was started.

"Let's end this." He said with spirit as he resumed slicing into the tree just like he had previously. Another few moments later, he pulled away as he heard the distinct sound of a tree falling. At once the mighty black walnut tree leaned on its front side, complete with the sound of bark snapping, as it tumbled forward and crashed down to earth; it had been finally brought down. Mason and his cousins watched it fall down and got their first clear look inside a black walnut tree. Almost the entire circumference of the tree's interior was a rich chocolate color, somewhat resembling toffee candy when compared to the surrounding lighter wood. This was a quality black walnut tree without a doubt. All was left was to transport the fallen tree out of the forest.