I hold your things and match your style, and follow you each passing mile.

It belongs to you, but your friends use it more. What is it

As it stands, I am paint made by water, melting beneath the first heat of light. Add a Y and dip a fry, a simple, tasty fast-food delight. Cold by nature, altered by your touch, this frozen name belongs to a famous snowman.

A cozy dwelling, Your humble abode, I stay where I'm built, While you hit the road.

I fill the trough for beasts that graze, or flood your screen throughout the day. I keep things full in different ways, for hungry mouths or eyes that stay.