When it snows and the wind blows fast enough that it doesn't look like falling anymore just like static on an old tv.
And it sounds like a whooshing of someone exhaling, exasperated after a difficult day. There's the occasional wail, interspersed among these sighs.
Like someone had their heart broken. The screaming winds accompany sharp shards, they pierce exposed skin and remind you of that fairytale.
The one about childhood sweethearts, and the freezing of hearts, and the rescuing of boys.
The frozen glass makes the physical pain match the sad sounds which is an eerie sensation. Like nature wants you to know it's hurting and suffer with it too.