Windows are decorated in the winter night, cakes are covered in delight. On glass or food, it disappears rather quickly when it warms up.

I have the lock All that’s needed is the key With a twist and a turn You can get through me

Two knights at odds? Drop the first letter from my second word and I'm a table with letters

Some are built to fall Some stand to guide or protect Some exist to impress Others rise to reach the sky.

I am a toasted, sunset-hued polygon of brine and dairy. My hollow heart is defined by the very steel that birthed it.