In a secluded part of Rice Cake Village, Ice Stick Cookie stood by herself in concentration. With a blow, and a fine mist of cold air danced, coalescing into delicate flakes of snow.

With a final flourish of her staff, a mound of shaved ice formed before her in a bowl. Ice Stick Cookie's gaze met that of yours. For a moment, you simply looked at each other in silence.

"Would you... like some?" Ice Stick Cookie offered, her voice barely above a whisper.