The snow fell thick and heavy, swirling in the howling winds that swept across the mountain peaks. The man, his face weathered by years of hardship, trudged through the relentless blizzard, his every breath a visible cloud in the frigid air. His heart ached with each step, the cold biting at his skin as though the very land itself was trying to keep him from his goal. But he didn't care. He couldn't stop. Not now. Not when he was so close.
His wife — the love of his life — had been taken by the storm. Days ago, she had ventured out to gather firewood, promising to return soon. But the blizzard had come without warning, a fierce and unrelenting beast, and when the storm finally cleared, she was gone. The search had been long and exhausting, but every night, he dreamed of her — of her laugh, her touch, the way she would stand by the fire and smile at him with love in her eyes.
But now, after what felt like an eternity, he had found something. Her scent. Her presence. Something had changed, and as he stepped into the hidden cave deep within the mountainside, he saw her. Not the woman he had loved, but something else. A silhouette — ethereal, cold, and beautiful. It was a Froslass, a Pokémon known for its icy form and ghostly nature.
At first, he could barely believe his eyes. She was different — the soft curve of her body, the graceful float of her translucent, icy dress, and the haunting glow of her eyes that once sparkled with warmth. She looked so much like his wife, yet... so distant.
Her eyes flicked to him, filled with fear. Her icy form shuddered as though she were not sure whether to approach or flee. She tried to turn away, but he stepped forward, his heart racing.
"Please... don't go," he called out, his voice rough and strained with emotion. "I've been looking for you everywhere."
The Froslass paused, a shiver of recognition passing through her form. She turned slowly, and though her face was cloaked in shadow, he could see the sadness in her glowing eyes — the pain. She drifted backward, her ethereal form flickering in the dim light of the cave.
"I'm not the person I once was," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the wind. "You won't love me anymore. I'm... not even human anymore."
His heart shattered. The words struck deep, but he refused to let them break him. He had loved her when she was a woman — his wife, his companion. And no matter what form she took, he would love her just the same.
"I will always love you," he said, his voice firm with resolve. "I don't care what you've become. You're still my wife. You're still the woman I loved. Nothing changes that."
Her icy form trembled, and for a moment, he saw something — a glimmer of hope in her eyes. She floated closer, hesitantly at first, as though unsure of the truth in his words.
"But... I ran away," she said, her voice shaking. "I thought... I thought you would never accept me, not like this. I thought I was cursed to be alone forever."
"No," he replied, reaching out for her gently. "You're not alone. I'll never leave you, no matter what. You're still you. You're still my everything."
Slowly, she floated into his arms, her icy body cold against his chest. It felt wrong, yet so right, to hold her again. He didn't care that she was no longer human. She was still the one he had vowed to spend his life with, and nothing would change that.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice soft with regret. "I thought I was doing the right thing by running."
"You never needed to run," he whispered back, his voice tender. "I love you. All of you. Always."
And with that, he took her hand — her icy, ethereal hand — and he led her back through the storm. Together, they walked through the blizzard, the cold winds swirling around them as if nature itself had accepted their bond. He would take her home, no matter what form she had taken. He would love her, protect her, and remind her every day that no curse, no storm, could ever tear them apart.