Froslass

She wasn't sure what had happened. A deafening light; her ears were still ringing. An explosion? Maybe. It had gone by so fast: one second in a quiet refuge, the next second screaming and pain. Had she died? She didn't know that either. But the fact that she was thinking, that was promising.

Assuming that she was alive, Froslass opened her eyes. It was a white room, hushed, with green curtains. Someone had placed her on a bed, but hadn't put a blanket over her. Instead, the blanket was bundled up around her. That was nice; she usually slept in a shallow pit of snow or dirt, so whoever put her here knew about her kind. And the person must have healed her, for despite a possible explosion, she felt no pain anywhere. She left the bed and floated out past the curtains.

A blue haired woman spotted her. "Good, you've woke up. You're free to do as you like, although the man who brought you in is waiting in the lobby for word on you."

"That's kind of him," she said softly, then floated towards the door.

The nurse went ahead of her and opened it for her. There were several people in that room, although only one got up upon seeing her. It was a bearded man wearing a long black coat and a black hat. The nurse nodded to him. "She's all right now. You got her here just in time; there shouldn't be any permanent damage."

He nodded. "Good. We're lucky that bomb didn't hurt anyone else, but it wouldn't be right if we left an innocent Pokemon as a victim."

A bomb? A man-made weapon; she wondered what it had been in the middle of town for. She bowed to the man who saved her. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He left the Pokecenter and she followed him. Once they were outside, he turned back to her. "You're free to go back to your home in the wilderness. God bless you, Froslass."

"I see." She bowed again, then flew off towards the forest.

But not too far away, she stopped and turned back. The man had saved her life, after all. She should do something for him. But what? He obviously showed no interest in capturing her. Maybe he had his own Pokemon and that was enough for him. There might still be some other way of repaying him.

Flying as stealthily as she could, she went back and searched for him.

Froslass settled in a tree outside of a large old building. The man in the black coat was standing there with another dressed similarly to him. The other looked older, with gray hairs instead of black. They were talking about the building, it seemed. Their breath turned to wispy vapors as they spoke, while the fog began to condense around them.

"It is sad that we've let the synagogue fall into disrepair," the older man said. "But we've all had tough times lately and we've been focused on helping the families keep going. Things are getting better, slowly."

"Can we raise enough money in time? Somebody on city council must still be against our presence." Her hero seemed disheartened.

The older man patted his shoulder. "We will trust in God. Let us pray and consider the options. We must overcome this obstacle."

"Yes." The two men went inside.

Froslass stayed in the tree for a minute. She wasn't sure what their problem was. It was something to do with this old building. They were trusting in God to help save the building somehow. Could she do something to help?

There was a flag on the synagogue. It was blue and white, like ice and snow, with a yellow six-pointed star in the center. Icicles from the previous night's rain remained on the flagpole and building, although someone had gone to the effort to replace the flag. It gave her an idea. She had only done this previously in fun, but just maybe it could be useful.

The fog continued to thicken, which was perfect. By the yellow-brown glow of the streetlights, she skimmed over the parking lot and found a clear area. This would work. She dropped down to the ground and blew hard across the surface.

It was just below freezing this night, but her breath was far colder than that. The fog crystallized instantly, forming a layer of ice on the ground. She would need a large base, so she created a solid area of ice. And then built more layers on top of that. This would take a long time, but this was winter and it would be a long night.

When she felt that the blocky base was strong enough, she created two pillars growing out of each other, like an elegant heart. The fog remained thick, giving her enough moisture to work with. She had to watch how she balanced everything, so that the sculpture didn't lean over and collapse. But it held up as she carefully blew on small portions of ice to join the two half-hearts into one whole.

Pausing for a moment, she looked over it. It was pretty, but not quite done. She checked the flag; as it was all-weather, it had been left out. She wanted to copy the star design onto the heart, to hang it within from the joining point. This would have to be planned carefully.

Froslass went back to the lower portion of the heart and began building the lower horizontal line. A gust of wind could mess her up terribly at this stage, but the air remained still. Slowly, she built the line. Then she built up two lines to make a triangle to the joining point. Icicles grew by water trickling down and freezing on the tip; she was building these in reverse, freezing water upwards. After she felt that was secure, she built an inverted triangle to complete the star.

It was pretty, but it left her exhausted, with a dry throat. She plucked one of the icicles off the synagogue roof and ate that. As the sun rose and started to clear the fog, she found a hidden nook and went to sleep.

By the time she woke up, the short-lived winter day was already gone. She ate a few more icicles, then went to check on her sculpture. It was still standing, but weakened a little by the sun's light. It was foggy yet again, so she strengthened weak spots in the ice.

A crunch in the snow put her on alert, but it was the man who had saved her yesterday. "Then it is your work, Froslass."

She nodded. "A sign of my thanks, that is all. I worked hard on it."

"You must have worked hard all night to make it." He smiled. "Many people came to see it, even those not of our faith. It's something special."

She brought her wings together on her chest. "It is the biggest one I have made. The best so far, I think."

He turned to the sculpture and looked it over. "Many people came. And they heard of how our synagogue is in danger of being removed unless it is repaired. We've gotten many donations to help cover the cost. We're not quite there yet, but we almost have enough money to cover everything. And it's all thanks to your work here."

"Is it?" she asked, bashfully cover her face. "I didn't mean to do that much."

He patted her. "Thank you, although I feel you did this in thanks to me. Perhaps God has worked through you today."

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Froslass D/P entry: It freezes foes with an icy breath nearly -60 degrees F. What seems to be its body is actually hollow.

This was originally posted for winter solstice and the first day of Hanukkah. As for the opening, I figure that a bomb would be non-elemental damage, but not Normal (because… that's a Pokemon element). So the bomb would hurt a part-Ghost too.