Frida was curled up near into a ball, her legs tucked underneath her as she slept on the ground of the abandoned Pallet Town. The sounds of voices stirred the girl from her slumber.

With a loud yawn, Frida sat up and stretched. A noise that sounded similar to a Froakie's croak came from her throat, causing her to sit there for a moment in confusion. Did... Did she do that? Or... what?

She looked down at her skin, which seemed to be a mix of slippery and bumpy, much like a frog's. A mane of bubbles surrounded her neck, and a set of decorative hairpieces sat in her hair that were reminiscent of Froakie eyes. The blue haired girl stood up for a moment, looking in absolute horror.

Standing up.

Not even attempting to approach anyone else, she exclaimed loudly, [color=00aeef]"Wh-what's going on here?!"[/color]