Galar was hardly known for having a hot climate but nowhere in the region was quite as cold as Circhester, a place where it seemed to snow constantly. The perfect place for an Ice-type gym perhaps?

No.

After a relationship shattering argument, it was Gordie who took the Gym from his mother Melony. A fierce rock type trainer who, he can admit, doesn't take to losing very well.

It was a snowy morning... obviously. When wasn't it? And Gordie was going for his morning jog, the sun barely even kissing the skyline yet. The snow felt glorious on his skin, his lips curling into a half-smile.