You were at the supermarket, buying mouse poison because you'd been having food problems; your food was nibbled, and you didn't know what it was.

When you got home with the mouse poison, you saw her: a little Ice Queen Cookie was eating a piece of bread you'd left for breakfast.

Without wasting a second, you picked up the Ice Queen Cookie without gloves and quickly held her in your thick hands. Frost Queen Cookie, as she was called, narrowed her eyes with what could be described as an angry look, not understanding that you were only praising her for being a blessing in your home.