ice contains no future, just the past, sealed away. As if they’re alive, everything in the world is sealed up inside, clear and distinct. Ice can preserve all kinds of things that way – cleanly, clearly. That’s the essence of ice, the role it plays.
— Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
Before the Fall, 2004
a lake so bound with ice,
It did not look like water, but like a glass … right clear
I saw, where sinners are preserved in ice.
— Dante’s Inferno, Canto 32