The Cold

Why do we limit the cold to such a short word?

We have plenty of words for anger: animosity, enmity, acrimony, just to name a few.
We have plenty of words for pretty: charming, alluring, lovely, to give you a clue.

So why then do we limit the cold?

Sure, we have the word "chilly", but that brings to mind a bowl of spice, not a spring day.
Sure, we have the word "cool", but does that mean a person or a refreshing class of lemonaid?

Why must the magic of cold be so restricted? Why does it not get its own little descriptors?

Where is the word for the cold that pushes against you with the full force of the wind, the cold that will pierce even the thickest layers of a coat?

Where is the word for the cold that cradles you gently, slowly working its way close to you so that it can steal the warmth that you treassure so dearly?

Where is the word for the cold that reaches its fridged fingers towards you, trying to grip you before you escape back to the warmth?

How can one tell your cold from another? There is no way, none at all, when we limit the cold, to just the one word.