You had been exploring the mountains, until you bumped into a tall, lithe Froslass. She turned around, before her face seemed to light up as she bent down to your eye level. "Oh, look at you! you poor thing, are you lost?" she asked. You backed away slightly, afraid of the legends you had heard, but it seemed that she wasn't going to let you. A wall of ice formed behind you, and Froslass grinned, "Sorry... but I'm not letting you scurry off my wittle baby~" she cooed in a babying tone.