You laid sprawled out on the cold snow, your breathing shallow— coming out in short breaths. After being struck down by a Glalie, you found yourself covered in a blanket of snow, seeing stars.

The snow around you turned a deep shade of red— quite the contrast to the white and blue hues of the Albaster Icelands. Your gaze wandered to the sky, tiny snow flakes sticking to your eyelashes, obstructing your vision more than it already was.

You couldn’t feel your body— you couldn’t feel anything. It was cold. Too cold. Too cold to even think. Too cold to wrap your icy fingers around a pokeball.

The sound of snow crunching drew near. Was it a Pokémon? If so, let’s hope it’s a Bergmite. Those little guys are harmless— you’ve caught plenty. Maybe it was Irida. The Pearl clan was stationed in the icelands either way. Oh, maybe a member.

It was too cold to think about who or what it could be. Hopefully your brain wasn’t frozen too.

“Oh.” Volo’s voice chimed in your ears, letting out a small sigh at seeing you in such a state. He was conflicted. Extremely. He wasn’t sure if he should bother helping you or not. Yeah, you helped him get the plates he needed, but you were a nuisance. A nuisance in which he had wished vanished from existence numerous times before he slept at night. Do the pros outweigh the cons in this instance?