Although calcium carbonate is poorly soluble in water, the creature was eaten away, along with the ice around my boots.

(must have been the salt content, coupled with the heat and sheer force)
...and then, as I looked into it's dying eye-buttons, I gazed upon my reflection...

I looked like I was free, and about to die of hypothermia.

...and then I died.
Of hypothermia.

Though while most stories start at the beginning, this one kicked off a the end.

Then the medium, Madame Helena, convulsed as she spoke the last words of the man who had froze. This was my chance to exact retribution on the woman who murdered my daughter!

She was driven over the edge by Madame H telling her how much her newly passed fiance missed her from the other side. She then took her own shattered life!

Alas the blade she used - of Madam Helena's coven - was cursed: it does not end life for those using it on themselves. Her eyes now closed, soon she would know.

But what would she know? Anguish at not succeeding or relief...

As curiosity gave way to dread, she stood at the Madame's command: a fresh undead minion of Helena's wickedness.

And screaming silently in torment, the spirit of her dead fiance Ethan looked on. But when you are dead...you KNOW things.