Only an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart.
From the movie “Frozen,” which I just watched for the umpteenth time. Right now, the only frozen hearts around here are those of the D.C. weather gods, who keep teasing us with hints of spring before bringing back winter’s ravages. (All winter, I’ve thought about is how funny the timing of the release of “Frozen” is with the worst winter D.C. has experienced since I’ve moved here.)
All I want in the world is to get my winter coats dry cleaned and then stored away for the next six months. Is that so much to ask?