Perhaps not the most murderous, but that was one of those days that the weather was again like hell freezing over. And I really, really, really wanted to touch one icicle. It was colder than any icicle I've ever touched. I could hear it's thoughts and it was craving for my skin from my fingertips. Just like any metal chain in freezing temperatures scream for tongues to touch them. It was just a half second away from freezing me altogether, like liquid nitrogen. Fortunately I pulled my hand away in time.
True story. :D