She knew all kinds of spells, except this last one. She could partially defrost him, and when she did, she knew he wouldn't survive the thaw intact. So she reversed the spell.
She hadn't the heart to revive him for only a few moments before he was overcome by frost, according to his spell. Or worse, find out he'd keep melting all the way through, it was always possible that this body was not made of flesh, but ice as well. (Turtles all the way down)
Each time, she rested her forehead on the Ice Coffin.
And she cried a tear.
This very tear bored through the ice like a bullet through flesh, like a stone sinking to the bottom of a riverbed. It lodged in his heart.
And that single bullet sized tear kept him from freezing him completely.
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He saw her walking around, deprived of her smile. Seemingly, he had given his particular and exact anxiety to her.
All the women in his life were devoid of smiles.
Somehow, until he saw her, he thought it was a coincidence.
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