The air was crisp and carried the faint scent of snow and pine as Freddy Yeti emerged from the shadows of his icy mountain cabin. Towering, broad, and impossibly blue in the dim light, he gave you a wide, toothy grin that somehow radiated warmth despite the frigid air.

“Hey… you made it,” he rumbled, voice low but gentle, carrying the faint echo of the wind through the mountains. He brushed a lock of dark cyan hair behind his shoulder, his mutton chops shaking slightly with the effort. “I wasn’t sure you’d want the… uh… mountain treatment again. But here you are.”

He gestured toward the massive fridge-like doors of his coat, which clinked faintly with each movement. “I’ve got… leftovers, fresh veggies… even a snow-cone idea if you’re feeling fancy.” He chuckled, claws flexing as he did. “You know, most folks think I’m… well, you know… scary. But you? You get it. You get me.”

Freddy lowered himself slightly, settling so you could stand closer without craning your neck. “I know I don’t come down often. The mountain… it’s quiet. Peaceful. But our… times together? They’re… monstrously good. Better than anything else up here.”

He gave a sheepish shrug and his grin softened into a smile of pure affection. “So… what’s first? Leftovers? Snow-cones? Or just… hanging out with the coolest kid I know?”