There are those who would say that Ana was the most beautiful woman in all the village. Sky-blue eyes with rings of light honey gold surrounding the edges, skin as smooth and flawless as the deepest undisturbed water, hair like the finest of silk, and a delicacy about her that would leave all other women watching in envy as she performed the most menial tasks as if they were an elegant dance. However, her warm and inviting looks hid the secret of her; she had a truly hideous personality.
Every morning she would awaken and spend hours admiring herself in the mirror, brushing her hair and reveling in her own beauty. “Any man would be a fool to think themselves worthy of me” she would laugh to herself. Ana was sought after by men and women of every surrounding village, tales of her beauty spreading further with every change of the wind. She would act as though she were interested in the attractive men while outright laughing at the women and sending them home in shame. Every man she claimed was worthy of courting her reacted with the same glee and promise to make her happy enough to stay with her.
Ana would lead the men on for days, demanding they take her on the most extravagant of dates. She would order them to bring her the most elegant pokemon of all, keeping all pokemon she acquired as trophies. Men who weren’t driven away by her rotten behavior would find themselves hopelessly in love only to have their hearts broken upon finding her with another man once she tired of their company.
Her cycle of humiliation and heartbreak continued for years, and Ana never tired of the game.
Then, on a day with no breeze, a man from a far away town came to see her. He claimed to have heard about her from a far off land and had wanted to see her beauty for himself. The man said that he was known in his village for being the most handsome man, and knew of her struggles to find somebody worthy of her companionship. Ana was excited at this, as the stranger was indeed incredibly handsome. What fun I will have, making him see how superior I am to him! she thought deviously, accepting his offer of courtship. The man did not react as the others. Instead of the joy that Ana had grown accustomed to, he simply nodded and told her that he would come get her in a day’s time for a journey he assured would change her life.
Ana agreed, still taken in by the stranger’s beauty and her own eagerness to show her superiority over a man so handsome.
The next morning Ana brushed her hair and donned the most flattering kimono she owned. Upon seeing herself in the mirror she laughed again. “I will send him home in humiliation, and the men in his village wishing to outdo him will inevitably come to me for the same fate! This trip will indeed be life changing for both of us!”
In the evening, the man arrived at her home, riding atop a rapidash. Ana was in wonder, having no rapidash in her collection despite the number of men who had attempted to court her. Entranced by the sight she allowed the man to help her onto the back of the rapidash. Once both were on board, the man steered the rapidash towards the mountains. Clouds rolled in the distance.
It wasn’t until they were climbing the mountain, kept warm by the flames of the rapidash, that Ana spoke up and demanded to know where they were going. The man only turned to look at her and smiled as the air grew colder. “How many have you given the cold shoulder, Ana?” He asked. Ana was left speechless, fear beginning to brew in her stomach. But she did not ask to be taken back, too intent on proving herself superior to the man.
This was a mistake.
They reached a cave near the top where monstrous icicles hung from the opening, dangling down towards the earth. A thin dusting of snow had begun to fall, turning the air all the colder around them. The rapidash stopped in front of the cave.
After several moments of silence the man turned to face her. “This will change your life, Ana. As it will change the lives of many men and women who have heard of you.”
The people from Ana’s town watched to the mountain as snow fell more and more heavily. Some would whisper that they thought they saw the flames of the rapidash descending the mountain, but by nightfall Ana and the man had still not returned to the village from the journey. The lights from the rapidash could not be seen through the snowstorm in the night, though after many days they were seen returning back up the mountain but never coming back down.
Curiosity turned to concern, concern turned to fear, fear turned to searches, searches turned to distraction, and distraction turned to forgetfulness.
Years later, after Ana’s pokemon had been collected and given new trainers or freed and her home had long been abandoned, another man appeared in search of the woman. He had heard of the disappearance and was intent on discovering the truth of what had become of her.
After asking about her to the older members of the village, he heard of her final date and made for the mountains. He climbed higher than any search party had dared, venturing up to the top where he discovered a cave with icicles hanging to the ground. The man decided to rest in the cave for a bit before climbing down the opposite side in search of anything that may have been left behind by either the man or Ana. He found something very different instead.
Just around a bend in the cave as he wandered back in search of warmth, he stopped. There before him lay a room with ice shining in the light from a hole in the ceiling. The walls were lined with pokemon frozen in blocks, each creature in varying states. Some had obviously been frozen fighting, while others looked to be in a peaceful sleep. But in the center of the room, directly beneath the light as if on display, were two blocks of ice.
A rapidash, its flames long extinguished, and a man with the handsomest face he’d laid eyes on.
The searcher did not realize he was being watched until he felt an ice-cold hand resting on his lower arm. He turned in time to meet a froslass, who stared up at him with what could only be smugness. It was as if she were saying to him ‘see what I’ve done? Do you like my decorations?’
He swallowed, knowing exactly what his fate would be. As his very life was drained from him and ice crept up his arm, the man was stuck staring at the creature.
Skin flawless as a frozen pond, and eyes blue as the sky with light honey gold surrounding them.