Her beauty was as still sunsets of bitter evenings when all the world is frore, a wonder and a chill.
"The Book of Wonder" by Edward J. M. D. Plunkett, Lord Dunsany
The time was early August; but nevertheless there was a tang of frost in the air and the river seemed to flow not water but a thick frore fog.
"The River and I" by John G. Neihardt
My frame is withered, my visage old, My locks are frore, and my bones ice cold.
"Rookwood" by William Harrison Ainsworth
The fog was become a mist here, a frore whitish mist that saturated him with a malignant chill.
"Sinister Street, vol. 2" by Compton Mackenzie