"Are you ... familiar with forging armor?" That was a very specific thing to compare it to, but she could see where messing up on a snow sculpture would be a far less serious mistake than messing up with someone's protection.

At Brigitte's prompting, Anne takes a moment to consider the snow-armored-individual before her, what kind of pet would he have? Something big and noble.

She finally makes a decision and starts rolling snow for a basic shape and strategically piles it, patting out details. She's not exactly the artistic type, and snow isn't a medium she's used to working with in this degree, but it gets the point across.

"There - how's that for a 'pet'?"