"I've been through worse," Kirk told himself. "There was that time, with the - well okay, no, not as bad as this. But that time when - no, no got myself out of that situation too."
He continued on, freezing, beginning to lose the feeling in his legs, his fingers, his nose. That was worrying, but as long as he kept moving he'd be okay. The snow just kept on whipping around him in a frenzy and he struggled to see his hand in front of his face.
"I'm going to kill him," he growled to the wind. "Slowly. Star Fleet and behaving like an officer be damned. I'm going to kill him, revive him and kill him all over again. Pretty sure Bones will help."
He stumbled on, trying to think of worse situations in order to tell himself this wasn't to bad in the grand scheme of his life. He tripped to a halt, he heard something, he squinted and he saw something. It was getting closer, it was moving fast - too fast and the closer it got, the bigger it became, screaming, howling, enormous and grotesque. Kirk stared open mouthed in horror and amazement.
"Well shit."