Well . . . all my booze blew up, I hadn't managed to find a water source yet, the ramp out of the ice fortress was melted (trapping the dwarven traders inside), I lost a bunch of walls, and there was smoke and burning everywhere along with miasma so I couldn't see to fix my structure. And all but one of the beds burned up. And there was no wood to replace the lost barrels or beds.
My dwarves were extremely unhappy and extremely thirsty. I planted the muddy ground where my walls used to be with plump helmets, (three or four 1x1 and 1x2 plots) built a new still, and slowly began the manufacture of new alcohol. The magma pipe my ice fortress was built over provided power for a forge, and I had a lot of hematite, so I made iron barrels. I built a ramp and the traders got out of there as fast as they could. Couldn't find the burning, so I designated everything for dumping . . . but for some reason the place just kept smoking. I'd embarked using a random assortment of dwarves and I'd already lost three to an ice wolf attack, so my unskilled brewer managed about ten units of dwarven wine . . . but it was too late, and dwarves (i.e., my blacksmith) kicked the bucket.
And something was still burning.
My last dwarf, a last-minute hunter sent out for food, was swarmed by ice wolves and killed.
Amazingly, there was not a single tantrum . . .
It was a lot of fun.