[Al thinks for a moment, desperately running through everything he's ever read to see if there are any facts about surviving extreme temperatures lurking at the back of his mind, but nothing much presents itself other than the obvious.]

Here, I'll shovel the snow out since it'll probably just make your hands colder to do that, and you use your feet to kick it into a solid bank against the wind.

[He's as good as his word, dropping to his knees right away and starting to use massive hands like shovels. He feels the loss of his alchemy keenly right now, this is definitely an occasion where it would be useful.]