[There's no direct answer to that, at least in words, but the whispers grow louder.

"Why are you even trying? It's pointless. You can't win. No matter how much you pretend, you are exactly what you want to deny."

They continue on in that vein, and as they do they take on the sounds of familiar voices -- people you know, people you love.

But maybe more immediately concerning is that your twisted, warped reflections are reaching out of the ice towards you.]