“Never mind the musty past; here sat a miracle directly across the kitchen table.” (Page 11, Big Book)
Imagine a play in a theatre. The three dimensions sitting inside a fourth. What is a miracle? The playwright or director walking onto the stage and whispering in the ear of an actor, which changes the course of the play. The rules of the drama have apparently been broken—a twenty-first century person is not ‘supposed’ to appear in the middle of Macbeth, but the playwright and director are quite within their rights to do so. The play can stand a few such interventions without irretrievably losing pace or plausibility. The laws of nature are only some of the laws of the universe and can be trumped by greater laws. They haven’t then been broken in reality; they’re in place only at the discretion of higher laws anyway. When something melts, the laws of freezing have not been broken: they are simply weaker, in the circumstance in the question, than the laws of heating.