Snow-White... Blood-Red. Seconds ago the passengers were sitting in the cozy security of the pressurized cabin with a controlled temperature of 70 degrees. Then came the crash, the tearing, jagged screeching as the plane ripped along the ice and snow. The tidal wave of the dreadful cold, 40 degrees below zero, swept in and engulfed the survivors - the dazed, the injured, the unconscious and the dying - as they sat in the crumpled wreckage of their...