yes , the majestic , pale & mighty winter knows fear ! those arctic hearts stop & icy fingers tremble , when met with WARMTH . the fire is too bright , too warm , too honest : the sun will melt their barriers . they fear to be vulnerable , to be seen beneath their frosted veils . ( they are MONSTERS : they must be , for they are different . )
& some cold things , in their terror , in their panic , become even colder . so cold they hurt , so cold they sting , so cold they burn . they freeze & HARDEN themselves , make their heart into a tundra , barren & numb . they become so condensed inside themselves , so thick & dense is their polar armor , it SUFFOCATES them .
— frozen butterflies never die (but also never fly) | m.a.w