Paula crouched down, held out her frozen hands towards the fire.
They sat inside, rubbing their frozen hands and blowing on them.
He was carrying a frozen human hand chopped off at the wrist.
The clerk looked downward, saw the object that projected from a frozen hand.
With frozen hands she tugged them back to a respectable length.
Nicholas carefully explored the rock with hands almost too frozen to feel.
A trembling frozen hand reached toward the surface and touched clear ice.
He was trying to help her, trying to fight the great frozen hand that gripped him.
The child's white, frozen hands took her attention again.
The image of the child's frozen hands came to her.
