Father Frixlaund wears a old navy furr coat with peppers of white that could be confused for stars or snow. . 

Unbeknownst to the commonfolk, Father Frixlaund is real. He rides upon a new creature of his own making, a snowfrost bicorn, roaming the Material Plane in search of something long lost but still driven to keep up the Dark Hunt.

To some a welcome sight, to other's a vengeful rider riding around the world - lantern in one hand, cudgel along his side. For those who mistreat others, steal, or embody the vices that disturbs others - he will step upon their land, and if sufficient reparations are not given out before his lantern goes out, he brings shadows to envelop your household just like in Friselia's Grace. With one swing of his cudgel, he'll demolish all your symbols of wealth and glory. But to those who show generosity, warmth & kindness, he will keep your front door lanterns lit - leaving a gift upon your doorstep. Nary yet starry night skies will hover over the house.
Prayed to as a means of protecting from harsh winters and blizzards.