If it's -20°C or colder the snow actually isn't that wet. And below -30°C the air itself is so dry that you can forget completely going to the toilet for number one because the air just sucks all the moisture out of you through your skin. And the same thing happens to the snow too, the air just dries it and if the snow touches your bare skin you will most probably become a mummy.

Death by icicle is almost a perfect murder, Agatha Christie taught me that. Or was it Sherlock Holmes? Can't remember. Anyway, if it's really cold and the icicle doesn't melt before the body is discovered, the obituary could say: "Here lies our faster than fast cyclist friend impaled by a lightning from a bike." That would be grand. "And the trusty companion was greased lightning!"