"The Impossible Cold"

Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. Some believe the world will end in screams, others in silence. Some think we will all die alone, others think we might colonize with the few left. Many theories have arisen of how the world will meet its doom. They all end with one common idea in mind, it will end with one single thought, "I wish I had more time."

Stumbling through the cold, I hug myself tighter. I was thankful the gloves I had on were thick, for if they weren't I probably wouldn't have fingers right now. I've been making my way further down south for several days now. Just as the few survivors planned to do. 
You may not have heard, but a sudden cold front crashed down over the Midwest. A nice, warm summer, suddenly interrupted by a cold so sharp that people who were swimming were suddenly trapped within layers of ice. Many didn't survive. Nobody knows what caused the sudden cold. Some may have pointed fingers at the climate change. Some believed that our God was angry with us.
Though it may seem there was no reason, it didn't mean it would suddenly reverse upon itself and leave us. It was hard to get much communication after the cold hit. The electric lines all froze, as did most water pumps. Nobody was prepared for the impossible, now many are gone.
The only thing we could think to do was travel south. After all, it had to be warmer over there, right?

There was a sharp wind blowing right toward my face, snow showering down upon me. I breathed hard, my mouth within the neck of my coat so that I could breath my hot breath upon my body and retain some heat. I tried distracting myself by thinking about what could be waiting for me and several others when we make it down south. I couldn't wait to be met with the burning sun, blistering my skin, sweat rolling down my face. It was difficult to imagine warmth with cold like this.
I looked around, my eyeballs feeling completely frozen over. I should have brought some protective eyewear of some kind. Is it even possible to get frostbite in your eyes?
As I walked, I saw an orange light in the distance. Did someone start a fire? In weather like this? I hurried my pace to see what the light was. As I got closer, I saw a fire blazing and roaring, a tree on fire. How can this be possible? The wind was howling and blowing snow every which way, there's no way a fire could still be lit in a storm like this.
I got closer and saw that no snow way even melting in its presence. This was completely impossible, breaking every possible law of physics. I was tempted to pinch myself at this point, as I was now convinced I was roaming around in a dream.
I tried approaching the fire in hopes that it would warm me up slightly before I take off again on my trail. As I got closer it began to feel colder. In fact, the closer I got the closer I felt frostbite attaching itself to me. What was happening?
I had no choice but to leave this impossibility to further my walk.
In a strange way, this made a lot of sense to me. The Earth was somehow taking the warmth and what should be hot and making it cold. The hotter something or some location is supposed to be, the colder it will become. That's when it hit me, if my theory is correct, I should be traveling north rather than south.
I turned myself around and began my hike anew.