Fire and Ice Frankenstein’s monster, dressed entirely in black, the color of death and mourning, stood hunched over weeping as the man that he had hated and loved throughout his entire existence was being put to rest. As he sobbed, he listened to the passage that the captain was reading from Ecclesiastes and connected deeply with the words. Sorrow was a very new feeling for the monster who had lived much of his life in anger. When Walton finished speaking, several of the ship’s personnel lit a torch and trudged through the frozen wasteland to where Dr. Frankenstein’s body lay atop a pile of logs. The monster’s nostrils filled with the pungent scent of gasoline as the men doused the pyre. Suddenly, the ice cracked under their feet and the men