You're up before the sun, maybe to let the dog out, and you cross the side yard where the outdoor unit sits. The cold bites through your coat. The whole cabinet is sheathed in ice, thick across the coil, a crust over the top where the fan should be turning. No hum, no movement. You can see your breath, and behind you the house is quiet in a different way, the kind of quiet that means the heat hasn't kicked on in a while. You go back in and check the thermostat. It still shows the temperature dropping, still calling for heat, and nothing is answering. A local contractor who handles these units through an Illinois winter would know in a few minutes whether this is a normal defrost cycle gone wrong or something that needs a part.