Then he and Father Christmas walked out into the frozen streets.

Snow fell in great white flakes, covering the grimy buildings and the frozen street in a shroud of alabaster lace.

Few natives left their homes except at need, and those few hurried along the frozen streets, cloaks clutched around them and eyes down.

They swept on through the frozen streets until they came to one huge building in the center.

I clambered from the car, she took my arm, and we walked across the frozen street to the bridge and looked over.

They drove along avenues heavy with motor traffic and forlorn pedestrians hurrying along the frozen streets.

As it gives, I'm thrown out on the frozen street, skidding full speed around the corner.

Once escaped, they run through the frozen streets until finding shelter on a doorstep.

He smelled like the deep winter out-side where people were slipping in the frozen streets, and snow had turned to filth in the gutters.

The boy had a knife out, but I kicked his legs from under him and he fell with a crack on the frozen street.