Memory:White baby dragon

A small dragon about the size of a large dog. Its scales are a faded yellow color, darker on its underbelly, and its tail a mere stump. It prowls about the room, regarding you as little more than a plaything. You wonder who went to the trouble to sculpt a small dragon in ice; it's not as if many people were passing through to have a look at this work of art. Anyway, where did they get all the snow and ice from? And wasn't the head looking in the other direction just a moment ago? Ice breaks as the little reptile shakes its wings, and blue eyes look at you, wondering whether it should freeze you with its icy breath or just sink its long teeth into you.