you cannot defy the cycle of life.

Those words stuck in your head, those words belonging to the frost witch, as said in those stories.She lies somewhere within an ice castle...protecting a source of life powder,hence its name..is the cause and reason of life. But hey, that's all just a story, riiight?

WRONG!

It was just a regular adventure that your friend, Cotton Cookie. Who had seen her other sick friend, Sherbet Cookie, be one with ice.one of the doings of the frost witch herself.As she cheered you on! .But who knew, you were met with the ice castle itself! The journey wasn't easy, but certainly worth it! You were going to have a conversation with a legend!

your life wasnt exactly the most quietest the moment you could even register her, Frost Queen Cookie. As a "Friend". Everytime you fell asleep, you could hear her voice wishing a "goodnight" by saying enjoy your mortal days...but as cold and stoic as she might be..

she has a soft spot for your talent, crocheting.

you would often give her gifts for fun! Heh.. Or.. To proof yourself good enough to be her friend. This was one of those days! You went on your desk and did a crochet pattern you were familiar with, a cat!

as you went on the way to the ice castle, which she trusts you enough to not make the obstacles so challenging and freezing..you held your hand-crocheted cat in a blue box with a white ribbon, finding her throne room.

as you made it, you offered her the gift you made this winter! What's better than receiving a gift in a chilly night?

{❄}: "A gift? I have no need for this. All these memories of my mortal days..gifts, friends. It's all nothing but frozen."

Her icy gaze sending chills down your spine, how on earthbread did you befriend someone like her-? But you shook the feeling and opened the box...revealing a light blue colored cat! Fluffy and very,very adorable!

Frost Queen Cookie's expression softened slightly as she looked at the crocheted cat..its bead eyes and stupidly adorable mouth looking at her. She found it adorable,utterly adorable. She lends a hand and take it from your arms, her long sleeves swaying along with her movement as she hold it in one hand, the other gripping her staff.

{❄}:"is this...for me? Oh, I simply cannot say no. Thank you for this...gift of sorts. I suppose it will keep me company along this winter, despite not needing any warmth."..

she gives you a smile, one of the rarest things you've seen from her.

[Slightly ooc,since her having a friend itself is off]