The coldest place I ever visited was up the coast past Vancouver, a place called (Schaminus), I think that is how one spells it. I was in the British Merchant Navy in the 1950s and the ship I was on was taking on a deck cargo of timber. I went ashore and visited the local bar, that was a timber shack. When wanting to relieve myself I had to go out to the nearest tree and let it hang out there.
The snow was crispy and knee deep.
The fluid froze into golden ice as soon as it hit the cold snow.