Some say in ice.
Yet in the same breath, Erik knew this was not true. There was love behind the madness. Love for his music and love for…he could not bear to think her name. Yet it was her who haunted his dreams. She was the only one who could entwine herself with his music so perfectly that it seemed one could not live without the other. He found this a sad half truth. A bird may sing sweetly, he thought, but if its nest is destroyed then they can make another. The nest, on the other hand, was past the point of no return and gone forever.