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~Frost's Beginnings~<br>
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~A Message from Home~<br>
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~Bliss and Inexperience~<br>
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“Ugh, I don't feel so good.” Frost awoke to his Snorunt staring at him. “Serves me right for drinking stagnant pond-water... I had the strangest dream too, and I could have sworn you even told me to call home.” He began walking and indicated that the little Snorunt follow. “But I guess it wasn't a complete mistake; you managed to choose a name for yourself didn't you, little Frostbite?” He looked back and smiled as Frostbite shivered her consent. She almost seemed to skip for a moment.

After a bit of walking, the treeline thinned and revealed the small town of Camber. From what Frost had heard, the quaint little town was the home to quite a few of the regions newer trainers and their families. While it was unlikely for him to find a warm and inviting bed in Camber Town, he did manage to find a Vid-Phone rather quickly.
“Hello, mom?”

“Oh, hello dear!” The screen flickered on, displaying his mom's loving face and a few of his Pokemon watching eagerly behind her.

“I made it to Camber Town, and everything is going w--”

“Sorry you managed to catch me while I was out dear, but I left this message just in case!” Frost's face went blank when he realized he'd been talking to a recording... again. Pink Fury, his Weavile, snickered behind his mom's back, probably knowing he would be fooled by the message. Even his mom seemed to smirk.

“Anyway dear, we'll be back home in a few days, and we can't wait to hear how your journey is going! Oh, and by the way, don't forget to look inside your hat. I left you a little parting gift, but knowing you, you haven’t found it yet.” She smiled, knowing she was right. Frost swore he heard the equivalent of a snicker come from Frostbite. “Good luck on your journey, and take good care of that little egg of yours!” The screen faded and he left a reply message for her.
Now it was off to the next area, a route by the name of Pine Needle Grove!

...Or so Frost thought.

“Excuse me young one, but I believe you dropped this Dawn Stone. Or maybe it was this Psychic TM?” A strange old man approached Frost as he turned to leave the Vid-Phone.
“Uhm, I'm sorry, but I don't think I did....”
The old man's face brightened and he smiled; for a minute he looked ten years younger. “What a kind and honest young man. But I guess it doesn’t matter if they are your items or not – please, take them both as my gift to you.”
But before Frost could decline the gracious offer, Frostbite lunged forward...
...and grabbed hold of the Dawn Stone.

Tricky old coot; he made no attempt to move away as Frostbite latched onto the Dawn Stone in his open palm, simply choosing to stand and watch as the bright light of change enveloped her. The metamorphosis was over quickly enough, leaving the translucent form of a ghost type that Snorunt had once stood. She seemed a bit small, a literal Froslass as opposed to a Froslady, if you will, likely a result of her young age. Still, the evolution had occurred, and there was no taking it back now.

Frost couldn't take his eyes away from her. But when he finally did, Frost realized that the old man was nowhere to be found, and in Frostbite's hands was the TM. She glided towards him with a new-found grace, offering him the TM.
I'll trade you, for your hat?
“Wait, what?! Did you just talk” Frost raised a hand to his forehead, checking for fever. “Of course, the TM was psychic.. and you used it yourself?” Frostbite nodded proudly.
So, sounds fair, right? She removed his hat, replacing it with the TM. As Frostbite brought the hat to her head, the parcel Frost's mom had hidden inside fell to the ground by his feet.
As he removed the TM from his head and retrieved the parcel from the floor, Frost couldn't help but mutter aloud;
“I guess it's fair... Looks better on you anyway.”

Trade completed, Frostbite toted her new hat proudly as she floated ahead, eyes set on Pine Needle Grove. The parcel that fell contained a total of $1000, likely a meager sum to a veteran like Frost, but it was enough to get started.

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