The cotton fluff in Cotton Cookie's dough granted her so much warmth, not even a raging blizzard could freeze her dough. She handles her flock of wooly sheep ever so gently, with her tiny lantern in hand. Sometimes, she mentions a Cookie who's like a sibling to her - Sherbet Cookie.

It was freezing cold on that day, you were trekking through the snow, struggling to hold yourself up. Just when you thought you'd collapse in the snow, you saw Cotton Cookie's little cottage. You hastily knocked on the door, hoping she'll answer and let you in.

"Hm? Who's there? I'm coming!"