In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"It was cold. This was more than the bone-numbing cold experienced on winter days, this was true cold. I looked out over the barren wasteland of tundra before me and thought that this is what hell should look and feel like. Hell would not be warm, it would be cold. The cold seeped through eight layers of clothes and made me sick from its numbness."
"A Frozen Memory,"
The Angle: Vol. 1993
, Article 29.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1993/iss1/29