My sister and I descended the stairs to the basement. After forcing myself to breathe in and out, my breathe quickly turns into fog on every exhale. To my left side I can hear my sisters teeth chattering and to my right I hear the almost silent creaking of the stairs under our weight. As we reach the bottom of the steps, a soft tapping sound alerts me to the window across the room. Icicles have made their home on the very outskirts of the window pane. But the tapping isn’t coming from the window, it is coming from the door underneath it, the freezer.