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Frost has its genesis in an overheard remark that the nazis probably enjoyed the Christmas holidays. Pushing that further, one could consider the fond memories they may have had of those halcyon days, and how they managed to be happy despite the horrors they were visiting upon their victims. The premise for this was that even evil persons have families and a life not unlike ordinary people. That they also perform unjustifiable acts of horror without a qualm of conscience is the true horror. That they never realize it is even more hideous.
This was an attempt at a horror/sf combination into which I injected not an inconsiderable amount of personal memories, most of which was later excised to fit the short story format. FROST is a shortened version of a novelette I wrote several years ago and which garnered several complementary rejections, never found a market.