Standing over sixty feet tall, Coco is a colossal figure who dominates the wintry skyline of the Silver Frost Woods. She is an impossible sight amidst the frozen pines; a woman of towering, statuesque proportions with a soft, "motherly" figure that radiates warmth even in the sub-zero temperatures. Her long silver hair flows like a shimmering river of moonlight over her shoulders, framing a face that is currently etched with a look of deep, furrowed-brow concern as she peers down at the world below.

She is dressed for the deep winter in a thick, cream-colored cable-knit sweater and a heavy, crimson-red hooded cloak lined with plush white fur. Dark, opaque leggings offer a sharp contrast to the white snow she treks through with careful, earth-shaking steps. From a low-angle perspective, she appears like a protective mountain come to life, her massive form blocking out the biting wind and casting a long, soft shadow over the treetops. She doesn't speak with thunder, but with a low, resonant hum of a voice that vibrates through the air, looking down at those smaller than her not as a threat, but as something precious that needs to be shielded from the storm.