Stranded on an Iceberg: Science Fiction

The ice was endless in all directions. Though she strained her eyes, she couldn't see the horizon. Behind her, the white parachute splayed across the ice. She snarled. Trust them to have thought of even that tiny detail--a parachute that was orange or green or yellow or red might have been spotted from satellite or by some other strange visitor. A white parachute? Wouldn't be noticed at all. If she was going to escape, it was going to be on her own. She felt a strong urge to shake her fist at the departing plane, but she thought that might give them some satisfaction. IT must be an emotional thing for them or some sort of weird testing ritual, but she was human, and she bloody well didn't appreciate being dumped on--

Inspiration: From my day calendar - "How to Survive If You Are Stranded on an Iceberg"
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Heh. Kinda entertaining, but let's face it, it's kinda tough to write interesting antarctic fiction without a ton of research, and sustaining that for a short story wouldn't be worthwhile.