ice-cold

Lalo said he reported the kidnapping to his ICE handlers, which was confirmed by a former federal agent familiar with the case.

Madame de Condillac stood watching him, her face composed, her glance cold.

He leant against the wall of his refuge, notwithstanding this boast, and licked the ice to moisten his parched lips.

Being quieted by the Captain with a draught of cold tea, and made to sit down, the examination of the book proceeded.

The left heel followed like lightning, and the right paw also slipped, letting the bear again fall heavily on the ice below.

A long stretch of smooth ice followed, over which he glided with ever-increasing speed.