The scorched and tattered remains of a rather large plush bear. The kind you win at the carnival.
While it had been the loving companion to a child at one time, or the romantic gesture of a keen Ring Toss playing suitor, these days it was left to slowly freeze. It sits with arms open waiting for a hug, and should probably be wearing a leash. you don't want it to run away.
"Mr. Snippy...hug ze beah.... It vill make you varm and fuzzeh. HUG ZEE BEAH!!!"