Long ago, in a peaceful land known as the Digital World, screams of pain rang out from inside an igloo. Rain poured heavily as thunder crashed and lightning flashed like seizure lights you’d see on the telly. An innocent female Frigimon was giving birth in her igloo. She pushed hard, and she screamed loudly, a pounding pain in her head. Then, once she gave birth, she was faced with the saddest news ever - her child was a stillborn. Frigimon held the baby close to her bosom and cried. Years later, she was on the hunt for another child. In the forest, deep and wide, was a small baby with a forest of black hair crying in his basket. She picked him up and cuddled him. When embraced in her warmth, he stopped crying, and began to laugh with her. She, her son and his brother Falcomon spent every day playing with the smaller Digimon and laughing together. However, the sad part was, when Keenan died in adulthood, so did Frigimon and Falcomon, who promised they’d always be there for him. Let’s skip forward to a few years later, because this is where our story begins….
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