MY First Explosion

Yesterday I brought in a bottle of soda that had frozen from outside. I put it on the kitchen counter, turned my back to it, and started working on something on another counter. About thirty seconds later there was a tremendous BANG! and I turned around to find the entire kitchen and ceiling covered with soda. The bottle was nowhere to be found. Nate came rushing in, white faced, and asked if I was okay. It took us ten minutes to find the bottle, which had exploded with such force and speed that we only heard the one bang, i.e. the bang of the initial explosion, and NOT the impact of the bottle against the far wall. Yikes! Luckily I was alone in the kitchen, and no one was hit by soda shrapnel.