𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑲𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒔 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏

Ch 19. Cold as Ice, Hot as a Furnace.

Having Dragonite was such a great advantage to Eleanor's team, instead of traveling by foot all the way to Snowbelle city, she was going to ride on Dragonite's back.

It was before even the sun came up that Eleanor was woken up by a big surprise, her mother. It started off with small talk..then panicked arguing...to revenge planning. Her mother Emily, planned to travel along with her daughter not only for protection, but to help get revenge on Lysandre. A fashion designer and a performer....such a beautiful and fashionable chaos they could create.

The two have arrived in Snowbelle city in less than a few hours with the help of Dragonite's strength and speed. The two were at the pokemon center for breakfast, making sure Eleanor's pokemon was good and ready for the gym battle.

Eleanor watched as her mouth went back and forth between her laptop and work journal. It was a very quiet breakfast so far, she could imagine the smoke coming out of her mother's ears as she worked in such a quick pace. She wondered what was going on in that head of her's, she was afraid to even speak up not wanting to ruin the work flow.

Eleanor carefully pulled her lower lip between her teeth nibbling on it as she waited for her mother to say something. Her foot tapped on the ground while her arms were crossed as she was growing impatient. "Would you just tell me what your doing already?" She accidentally snapped then covered her mouth her eyes widened as she stared at her mother who chuckled.

"From what you told me on the way here I like you plans for the master class...but I think we need to make it bigger. No more tiny performances....they're not doing a thing...no we need to make it really go viral." Emily said pushing her sketchbook towards her daughter. Eleanor grabbed it in her hands her eyes scanning the page gasping as she looked at the beautiful sketch.

"This dress...is beautiful. You've really out did yourself...this is...I'm just so speechless. You know what your right...if I'm going to get my point across then we need to get everyone involved. Not just performers....everyone!" Eleanor smirked and her mother nodded with a matching smirk on her face.

"I've emailed a couple friends of mine...I'm sure they know exactly who to bring." Emily turned her laptop over to show Eleanor who covered her mouth staring at the laptop in amazement. She was bouncing on her seat with excitement letting out a short squeal.

"Oh my gosh this is going to be amazing!! I don't think Kalos is ready for us." She raised her hand up to which her mother met her in the middle for a high-five. The rest of breakfast was spent yet again in silence but this time Eleanor was doing some work of her own planning the performance, the choreography of it all. She wanted it to be perfect...if she was getting this amount of help then she had to make sure that the performance would make an impact on everyone.

After breakfast Eleanor and her mother made their way to the Ice-type gym. The nerves were building up preventing Eleanor from opening the door. She stared at the handle her shaky hand about to grab it by her whole body froze...heh no pun intended.

Her friends, Lysandre, and her struggles flashed through her mind making her whimper. She felt a hand on he'rs making her open her eyes to see her mother's hand holding onto her's. She met her mother's eyes and frowned.

"You...can do this. You have been training non-stop. You have your pokemon...and you your own determination to win this last badge. Let this gym leader see what you and your team are capable of." Her mother removed her hand to pat Eleanor on the back. Eleanor nodded smiling at her mother pulling her in for a hug.

"Thanks mom." She said grateful for having her by her side. She pulled out of her mother's arms to face the door and opened it. There was someone there to guide her to the battle field, she could feel the temperature drop as she got closer seeing the battlefield covered in ice. She looked around at the amazing ice architecture. Her eyes laid on the large man that sat on an ice throne seeming unphased by the cold temperature as his coat was barely on his body. She watched her mother sit on the sidelines then she looked back at the man taking a deep breath then exhaling seeing her breath come out in a smoke from it being so cold.