They haven't been. But it's a matter of which ways people have gone, I think.

[There's a little patch of sun up ahead. There, there that have been spring blooms. Not tall and bright daffodils, but small crocuses, mostly a deep purple in color. Alucard's feet begin to pull in that direction.]

Well, what if a spell regulates the temperature of the cabinet, so that the ice doesn't melt?