Crystal Polar Pony

==========Writing Prompt==========
This, but with bigpones.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BIql1ZpHovs
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>Unfortunately, it ignores the bait and foregoes the bouquet of flowers for your camera post's metallic sheen
>The pony slowly encroaches, its shadow ever larger
>It approached warily, stopping every few steps
>The short distance was eaten up in a couple of minutes
>The head was close, sniffing the air under the din of such a heavy weight crunching snow.
>Thick winter coat nudged the plexiglas as its nose led it to a small gap in your enclosure
>Huge nostrils steal some of the air in your fort with massive lungs
>The pony's eyes look up from the crack to stare straight at you
>This specimen is large enough, even when lowered, to be level with you
>You have its interest as it turns its head this way and that and starts to circle your case
>The observer is now being observed, like an animal in a cage
>So close and so large is the creature that the glass becomes fogged in one place when she lingers, obscuring the view safe for the piercingly bright colors of the creature
>A tongue runs along the exterior of the glass box to wipe away the condensation
>The structure's frame itself wobbles and the joints try to flex under the bolts and hinges at the touch
>A giant hoof dangerously reaches out towards your rickety plastic and metal shack.
>It touches with a light thump, jostling the structure but not pressing any further
>It lingers and you slowly bring up your own hand to touch the inside of the glass in the same spot
>Even the frog of the hoof is so much bigger than the palm of your hand and you find yourself gawking
>The hoof moved slightly as the pony leaned to see around its forelimb
>It noticed where your hand was planted and you were blasted with light
>When you blinked away the glare, you were looking at a crystal pony, reflecting and shining in the light
>Incredibly rare, yet you have piqued this one's interest
>What will happen when you need to leave?
>You turn away from your journal to the massive eye looming just outside the glass
>You don't know
>The specimen carefully guided its hoof to a different side of the box and again let it linger
>Under its watch, you slowly pushed your hand to the glass, positioned on the same spot the frog of the hoof was
>A humanlike smile was etched across the pony's face
>After you removed your hand it slumped onto its belly
>The crystalline colors softly radiated over the snow as its body acted like a prism to scatter and distort the sun's rays
>It pushed both forehooves on either side of the box this time, slapping against the plexiglas gently but hard enough to buckle the structure and briefly send a shiver of fear down your spine
>The crushing force never came
>Instead it watched passively to see what you would do, breath fogging in the cold air
>You recover and hold up your hands
>The pony's ears flick forward attentively and her lips part in wonder
>You again matched hand for hoof and the pony lit up a little brighter
>The game proceeded for some time until you realized this would be prime for some footage
>You ready your camera and the pony leans closer to decipher what you are doing
>It sniffs but fails to glean anything useful
>It sits still, watching you, its bright crystalline form beginning to dull with a slow loss of entertainment
>This is not the footage you wanted
>You put down your camera and start to shuffle through your gear when you hear it moving around outside
>You are greeted with it sitting on its haunches and holding up a huge clump of snow in its forehooves like it was your camera
>You snatch up your camera and train it on the pony
>The wad of snow is back on the ground as part of the endless snow drifts of the arctic
>The pony blinks at you, a hint of a smile in its eyes
>You put the camera down
>It picks up snow in front of its face and stares at you with one eye from around the clump, the other looking into it like it was recording
>You are quick to draw the camera to the ready but not fast enough
>You try to trick the pony
>You set the camera down on a box next to you
>It is left on and facing the pony
>It sits there
>Doing nothing
>The crystal body remains, a notice that somehow, the pony is still entertained
>You hold a hand to one side of the box and the pony watches without much reaction
>Whatever, this is still a rare encounter you can use
>You keep the camera rolling and begin to talk about the amazing specimen
>It is a rare sight to see one stay crystalized for so long and the display as it gets up and start to move away is dazzling
>The sheer proximity is a treat to see something so large with such grace
"Truly a beautiful creature and it is a special privilege to get to see it up close"
>The pony finishes its last step and it pauses
>Its ears flick back and its tail flicks
>Its head tilts just enough for you to see a red glow on its cheeks before it walks into the distance
>You wait another hour for a pony to show up but the snowy lands remain unchanged
>You go out to retrieve your bait
>You approach the flowers when a snow bank explodes
>The pony is there, shining brightly in the afternoon sunlight
>It regards you in silence and you try not to panic
>You slowly twist just enough to see the glass enclosure behind you
>Way too far away
>The pony walks around you slowly, never taking its eyes off of you for more than a second
>It reaches the bait bouquet of flowers
>Slowly, it cranes its neck down and scoops them up
>It chews thoughtfully and moves forward, staring intently at you
>You activate the most time-honored and ancient wild animal photographer defense technique
>You flop back into the snow and try not to move, keeping your eyes tightly shut
>Playing dead does not seem to work this time
>You hear the loud crunch of giant hooves sinking into the snow
>The pony approaches and there is a loud thump beside you
>You jump at the noise and open your eyes
>The pony is also on its back in the snow, its own eyes less than dozen feet away.
>You can see through the shimmering crystal body to the snow hills behind it
>The two of you are still for a time before you look longingly to your shelter
>The camera inside is facing an entirely different direction
>You must go to get your camera, or at least your backup
>You slowly get up, watching your companion for any sudden movement
>It just blinks
>You're on your third step when the ground rumbles
>The pony is up on its hooves but otherwise does nothing in particular
>You are followed back to your little shelter
>When you pick up your camera and point it at the pony the creature stiffens up
>You are treated to awkward silence as it stands there
>You put down your video camera and the crystal pony leans back and lounges dramatically
>A perfect pose
>It looks at you holding the photographer's camera
>No video on this one
>The pony seems to be mulling something over, but maintains its pose
>The loud snap of the camera shutter breaks the quiet and the pony shifts into a new position
>It does this a couple more times when you try to switch back to your video
>The noisy crunch of snow startles your hands into dropping the camera
>You look up as your shelter becomes tinged with crystal color
>It seems to smile at your empty, camera-less hands
>The pony leans down and puckers its lips in a kiss on the roof of your ramshackle shack
>It stares at you directly as your jaw hangs open
>"They'll never believe you"
>When you bring your video camera to the ready it is already walking away
>Just before it vanishes behind a massive mound of snow, one of its eyes winks playfully
>You did not see it again, even after waiting for over an hour
>You eventually packed up and headed back
>When you got back to camp the weather had eroded the lip mark off of the glass
>You eagerly review the pictures and footage
>"These are incredible, Anonymous"
>The compliments continue until the very last few seconds
>Everyone remains convinced there was something in its eye but you know the pony in the snow is out there waiting for you somewhere