Will I die?

Visibility was 100, maybe 200 metres in front of me, the wind was blowing like I had rarely seen it, and, suddenly, I was thrown into the air. I could do nothing when the rope that tied me to my sled snapped! I was on my heels. I was desperately trying to control my kite, but it was like a wild horse dragging me behind it…I was screaming at it to calm down, to come down! I swore at it, I called it every name possible, then finally it crashed and hit the ground. My sled is lost somewhere behind me. In this situation, I felt vulnerable without it. I had to turn back into the wind as quickly as possible to find it. The blizzard was leaving me little to work with. I moved towards the east for a minute, then west. I no longer had landmarks. Nervously, I beat the kite to the ground and took off my skis to reflect…

In about 20 minutes I will be dead…