"I'm always cold because... I'm not normal. And I know what you're gonna say: nobody's normal. But my level of abnormality is... is just too much for anybody to bear. I'm not cold because of some stupid curse. I'm cold because... I grew up with no warmth in my heart. My heart can't stand the warmth of someone so kind. My heart kills that sort of warmth, and I can't afford to kill yours. Believe me, I crave to have an ounce of heat inside me, but... it's just not possible." "I'm not warm inside... for what it's worth. You can't kill my warmth because it doesn't exist inside me. You, on the other hand... you have that warmth." She was so cold... But she was also warm. (This story is dedicated to my dad. Credits to him for giving me the title and for inspiring me. Love you, Dad!)