I loved her, you see.  Truly loved her.  But she was frozen in August.  No thaw, you see.  Remember that story?  The one about the woman who froze in 1980.  December.  Minus 30.  Frozen for 6 hours and stiff as a board the man said.  You could tell she was alive by the tiny bubbles coming out of her nose.  The man tried to load her up in his truck but couldn’t on account of her stiffness, you see.  Borrowed a car with a big trunk and drove to the nearest hospital where she was warmed with heating pads and prayers.  Thawed.  

Being frozen in August is a different sort of thing, you see.   As far as I can tell there’s no help for it.