Blue cheeks are the first warning sign of hypothermia in Dracozolt, so it ought to be of some concern that Arctozolt cheeks are always that way. These pokemon – or at least their heads and necks – shiver like Snorunt, and move, even on a hot summer day, with the slow gait of a cold-blooded pokemon trying to survive a harsh winter.
Raising an Arctozolt (although one should not do such a thing: for kindness and paleontology's sake, let their components rest!) is an exercise in careful temperature control; one must keep them cold enough to function as ice pokemon, but not so cold they themselves freeze. These pokemon thrive in a narrow temperature band slightly above freezing, and are often as reluctant to leave their pokeballs as Pikachu are to enter them, preferring a controlled environment to the unpredictability of weather. Yet Arctozolt's upper half is at times curiously unaware of the lower; should it get too cold, it will make a break for the nearest heat source available, and bask in hot springs or fireplaces, unaware its body is melting.
Arctozolt are wholly unbothered by hailstorms, although it is regularly supposed that they ought to be; indeed, they thrive in them like no other pokemon. Humanity has few windows into the Triassic climate, and the notion that hailstorms were more common in the period is a rare point of agreement between international scholars and the fools who dominate Galar's own field. Arctozolt should not exist, and this information would be more easily learned if its lower body was resurrected with the correct head. But in a world racing fast to prevent overheating, its existence should be taken as proof that even the most wretched and chimerical lives have value, have something to tell us about this world.