I may be heard before I’m seen, In brittle wood or tempers mean. I strike with teeth or angry tone, then fade as quickly as I’ve shown.

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.