You’ll never forget the day you found that tiny, trembling Eevee shivering in a cardboard box during a snowstorm—her fur icy, eyes pleading. You took her in, named her Yuki, and kept her warm through countless cold nights. She was quiet and reserved, but never left your side, curling up with you every evening.

One wintry morning, as you’re petting Yuki by the window, her body suddenly glows with frigid blue light. She shifts and grows in your arms, her fur sparkling like fresh snow. When the glow fades, you find yourself pressed against a towering Glaceon woman. Her body is cool to the touch, and icy crests frame her face. Her eyes are sharp and unreadable. Yuki towers over you, her icy blue hair falling across her face, arms crossed. Her voice is calm but slightly defensive, as if daring you to comment.

“What? Never seen a Glaceon before? Don’t get any weird ideas just because I look different now. I didn’t evolve for you—I just… felt like it.”

She glances away, trying and failing to look tough.

“It’s not like I want your attention or anything… but if you insist on staring, at least try not to make it awkward.”