When Arctic blizzards blow in Northern Greenland and your supplies are low and dwindling the best advice is build an igloo and wait out the storm.
And when you hear the wolves howling with hunger and prowling on your igloo roof it’s best to go outside and sing - only occasionally though you will fight to be heard above the judder of the wind.
Inside the igloo will be problematic the walls seem to close in as claustrophobic days proceed it’s not an illusion but a fact each breath freezes moisture in the walls and breath by breath they thicken spaces close around your body breathing yourself in a coffin of ice.
There’s no instrument of death devised by man to so terrify as being locked in space and time each breath reminding you of that closeness to that final loss of breath and an icy Arctic death.