Men fear the Cold Woman. Siren. La Belle Dame sans Merci. The Ice Queen. They fear their heat stolen, life drained, self gone – a shell floating slowly down to the ocean floor. Empty.

Women fear the Devourer. Hot or cold, it makes no nevermind. The fear is in the tearing, the taking. Jack the Ripper, werewolf, the Mongol Horde. Blood soaked, brutal – Dr. Jekyll was Mr. Hyde all along.

Turn yourself into that which cannot be harmed and find a monster. We are reflections of each other’s agony. Freeze me, suck me dry, destroy my center, rip away what should be exchanged in kind. The Ice Queen cannot be touched and the werewolf’s den is empty of the laughter of children.

Monster.