Frigid.

One degree. You heard me. One. That's one more than ZERO. These temps of late do not thrill La.

No.

Not one bit.

Please! Don't make me do it!!! I will surely perish!

But, still, I made her. I'm so cruel.

Who the ...? What the ...? Why the ...?

Grrr.

Listen, lady. If you don't get that camera out of my face, SO HELP ME I WILL GLARE AT YOU WITH MY ANGRY BROWS.

La, I hate to break it to ya. But you're in for a very long, very cold four months. Bundle up, my dear.