~Purple~
Zelda would be lying if she said she didn't like the traditions that came with Christmas, but as much as she indulged in the simple pleasures, she always found herself intrigued by the snow as it neared the holiday. She'd been told on many occasions that Christmas snow was far more majestic than any other winter snow, and here in the Stadium was where she fully got to enjoy it.
"Come on!" Link exclaimed, practically dragging her outside. "It's not quite holiday snow, but it's still fresh!"
Link knew that Zelda never got to see snow very often, but as there was a fresh fall from the night before, he assumed it'd be the perfect chance to partake in some frosty activities. He tried egging her on into joining the snowball fight that was happening, but she simply lifted a hand and told him she'd catch up. As he trudged off, she bent down and scooped a little snow in her glove, taking the time to appreciate how lucky she was to see it. She knew people complained about the white stuff quite often, but she always had a subtle fascination with it. The way it gave a little spark to bare trees, the way it drifted in the wind, the endless possibilities it offered in the way of entertainment…
Zelda couldn't help but be fascinated.
"It's an under appreciated beauty, you know."
The voice hadn't been spoken, rather communicated by thought, and Zelda eventually found Mewtwo of all fighters admiring the snow alongside her. He was twirling a bit of it in the air with his powers, studying it with slight amusement. His stare was focused and unwavering, and yet to Zelda, it wasn't the least bit intimidating.
"Humans take such nature for granted much too often…the cold may be bothersome, but it allows time for things to become pure again. The trees may be bare, but they're making room for a new beginning. It's a time to reflect on things…which is something few realize."
He turned to Zelda, and the smallest hint of a smile crossed his otherwise serious face. It was such a small gesture, but Zelda found herself smiling too.
"I assumed that out of everyone here, you would be the one to appreciate such wisdom the most."
Zelda glanced down at the little ball of snow in her hands before returning her gaze to the Pokémon and nodding.
"I do. I don't have many opportunities to see snow myself, so I try to make the most of it."
Mewtwo nodded respectfully. "Not taking it for granted, I see. Nice to see there's still some faith in humanity after all."
"There's always faith," Zelda pointed out, blowing the small pile of snow out of her hand and letting the flakes drift along the frosty breeze. "It's not the most obvious thing, but when it truly counts, people from all walks of life can come together as one. Christmas is a time that more than proves this correct."
"…your words give me something to contemplate," Mewtwo mused, turning heel and gliding his way back into the building. "I won't keep you from your merriment, Princess. Thank you for the conversation."
Before Zelda could say anything back to him, he was already gone, and Link was calling over to her to get her to join in on the snowball fight. She beamed for a moment and promised to join him…but first, she spread her arms out and fell back in the snow, laughing to herself as she made a snow angel. A few who'd been headed to enter the fight saw how much simple fun Zelda was having and sprang over to join her. After being pelted by a snowball, Link made his way over too, falling next to Zelda and making an angel of his own.
"Aren't you cold just lying in the snow like this?" he asked, tilting his head towards Zelda. Zelda glanced back and gave him a coy grin.
"It's just a little snow; nothing to worry about," she chuckled. "…besides, I'm never cold when I'm with you."
They shared a moment on the ground before being assailed by snowballs, pulling them back into the brewing battle that was heating up. And while Zelda was one who did appreciate snow itself…when it offered a perfect setting for a snowball fight, she was smart enough to know not to turn it down.
. . .
Mewtwo wasn't half as hostile as people made him out to be- but of course, if you provoked him you wouldn't be seeing the sun shine for a while. Overall, if you left Mewtwo be, he wouldn't mess with you either. To his continued strange surprise though, while people weren't messing with him per se, as soon as December hit, people had become much more…approachable.
He'd received gifts, cookies, and hugs at various points, and whenever he passed by anyone, his existence would be acknowledged with a festive greeting. He'd just simply raise a hand back; Mewtwo wasn't entirely adjusted to the customs, and he figured it'd take a while before he truly found out.
But it was strange- the more people pulled him into their traditions bit by bit, the more he found himself wishing to partake in it. Something small to begin with; something to work as a lead in without diving in head first…but he didn't know how to start. Pokémon generally didn't celebrate any holidays as it was, so finding an angle was probably harder for him than it needed to be. People didn't go fleeing in the other direction when he approached, but boy he wished they didn't recoil at his presence. So much for the Christmas spirit…
His luck seemed to change one day while he was thinking up a concrete plan. Robyn had drifted in from outside, looking somewhat perplexed as she stared at a mound of lights in her hands. However, upon coming across Mewtwo, her eyes lit up.
"Excuse me? I'm sorry to bother you, but I could use a quick hand…"
Mewtwo glanced over his shoulder curiously. "Hmm? What is it that you require of me?"
"Well, you see, I was really into decorating for the holidays, but my decorations were ruined in an argument," she explained, making a face. "While most of them were fixed, it didn't quite feel the same…so I'm working on a new project!"
"…and that would be?"
"It's a surprise," Robyn insisted with a wink. "…but it's also a little high of a reach so I figured I'd ask someone psychic to help. However, I don't think Ness is at his best and you didn't appear busy-"
"Hrm," Mewtwo suddenly grunted, cutting off Robyn's explanation. Assisting in putting up decorations seemed so menial and lacked merit…but what if this was just the thing he needed to ease himself into the spirit of the holiday? There was no way to know until he tried…and here was Robyn, offering him this opportunity like a Christmas miracle.
Predictable by all accounts, but he wouldn't complain.
After seeing that Mewtwo was ridiculously lost in thought, Robyn gulped and started backing away. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked; you're clearly preoccupied. I'd just better-"
"Stop," Mewtwo ordered, turning to face Robyn. She recoiled immediately, fearing attack, but was pleasantly surprised to see him not scowling at her. "…I'll help."
. . .
One of the hardest things to deal with was a gender bent version of yourself, but Robin seemed to handle it pretty well, and Christmas was no exception…except, he was in the middle of a snowball fight that had lasted well into the evening and he really could've used Robyn's tactical prowess to finally net a victory. He himself had joined the fray to take his mind off of things, but the fact that he hadn't seen his counterpart all day was starting to get to him now.
"Grah…where IS she?!"
"Robin, we're going to need another strategy fast…!" Shulk exclaimed, using the Monado to deflect some stray snowballs before being knocked in the head. Robin cringed and tried to come up with an alternate plan, but their foes were relentless. Shulk mentioned previously that their future wasn't looking too bright, yet Robin was determined to tip the scales.
He just needed Robyn to do so…!
As he stirred quietly in his frustration at being unable to come up with something, he noticed that someone was walking along the roof of the Smash Stadium…which was not only exceedingly dangerous, but who in their right mind would even think of doing that? Surely it was too early for this "Santa" he'd been hearing about-?!
"Hey, guys!" Robyn shouted from across the yard, getting the attention of everyone currently outside. At the sound of her voice, Robin smacked his forehead while the others were immediately drawn in by her voice. "You're all going to love what I've done with the place…!"
"Uh, what exactly did she do-?"
Robin looked on in stunned horror as Robyn leapt off the top of the roof, using Elwind to soften her landing. On the ground, she scooped up two extension cords and plugged them together, and before anyone could even stop her…they found that they wouldn't have if they could.
One by one, little lights that bordered the edge of the stadium came to life, ranging from pinks and reds all the way to a glorious purple. There was nothing overly ostentatious about it, and yet it was glorious enough to really stand out against the darkened sky and make the whole building into a beacon of Christmas spirit. Even Ganondorf was begrudgingly impressed by the display, but his intrigue ended when Shulk nailed him with a snowball.
"Since my decorations on the inside were destroyed, I'd figured I decorate the outside while you were all busy," Robyn huffed proudly, hands on her hips. "What do you all think?"
The collective gasp of awe and eruption of cheers at he fantastic display were more than enough of an answer, but it wasn't until Robin walked up to her with a coy look on his face did she become exicited. She removed her hood and beamed at her counterpart.
"So, what's your opinion?"
"…I really like it," Robin stated, folding his arms. "You've truly outdone yourself…I don't think even I could've done this!"
"I'm…pretty sure you could," Robyn chuckled as she winked. "But thanks; ever since learning about the holidays, the decorating aspect really resonated with me…and that's how I wanted to spread my Christmas magic."
"And you really came through, too," Robin nodded, impressed. His counterpart then said she needed a way to relax after working hard all day, and a devious smile crept onto Robin's face. He scooped a snowball into his hand and gestured over to the still raging snowball war; he wanted to show Robyn just what his Christmas contribution was…
With a knowing look and equally coy smirk, Robyn packed a snowball of her own, and the duo ran off to rejoin the fray. As the lights of the stadium shone own on them, and content laughter and shouts filled the air, no one could picture a better end to the day…except for the tacticians, as together they ended the battle in a checkmate in their favor.