I got bored with no reviews coming in, and so I write!

Actually, these next five fics are gifts to reviewers from Advent Avatar. I had one clear request, which, sorry Samara, I'm posting at the end of these ;)

I'm going to start with the people who least expected to get stories, but you guys said little things that got plot bunnies a'breedin', so here's to you, Kym.

You mentioned a brown and sad Christmas, and this came to mind! So I hope you enjoy this random little story, and as I said there are 4 more to follow!

Blatant and most likely unreasonable Zutara fluff, just to kick things off!

When the Hundred Year war waned, along with the high heat of the Fire Nation summers, Katara folded down beside Zuko and told him that maybe, maybe she could see a future with him.

That had been four years ago, and she had finally returned to the Fire Nation hand-in-hand with the Firelord to celebrate her own wedding and coronation. Some were vehemently against their marriage, but neither could care less. Those four years were spent travelling from land to land together, helping people across the globe. Zuko even struggled through a solid three months between the North and South Poles strictly rebuilding living structures, so it was only natural that they'd grow closer, being so overexposed to the other. They fought, made up, and slowly fell in love.

As it turned out, she made an all right Fire Lady. Sure, she may have been blunt to the point of rude, but she could also keep the Firelord in line with the blink of an eye. The Council, who had fought Zuko's original proposal, now supported her whole-heartedly. It allowed her certain liberties, such as forcing Zuko to sleep in at least once a week so the man didn't drive himself neatly into the ground.

It was during one of these days, lazing in bed, that she really started to notice a bit of an irregularity. As in, extreme discomfort.

It was way too hot.

"Zuko. Zuko! Wake up!" Okay, so she undermined her 'let-the-baby-princeling-sleep-in' rule, but this was important. Not important enough for him, becasue all she got was a pathetic groan before he attempted to burrow under the blankets. When she tried to wrestle them away from him, she got a wave of sweltering heat from under the covers. Falling back with a scream of dismay, she hooked a leg over the bed and neatly kicked the blanket bundle, Bender and all, off the other side of the bed. Now he woke, pulling his arms onto the bedside to glare at her over the top of the coverlet.

"What."

"Good morning to you too, Mr. Friendship." She crawled back on the bed, inordinately pleased to note that his eyes slipped to her bare, shorts-clad legs. He'd be less angry if he were distracted. "Glad you joined the living."

Running a hand through his hair, so very mussed up from sleep that it was adorable, he sighed deeply. "Katara, what did you wake me up for?"

"Right. Zuko, it's almost the end of November, isn't it?" She collapsed on the bed, flopping slightly to watch him. She was graceful every day in court, in training... She had no reason to be now. And he even smiled at her affectionately, so bonus points. He did nod, sliding up beside her to wrap his arms tightly in a (maybe too warm) embrace. She swatted lightly to remove him, but didn't put up any kind of real fight. "Okay, so why is it so hot?"

"You mean, other than reasons like sharing a bed with a Firebender? Katara, you live in the Fire Nation now. We don't do winter. Maybe for two, two and a half months the fields get touched by frost. But cold weather and snow? Those aren't very common." Her mouth gaped.

"Wait. You don't get snow here?!"

"It's the Fire Nation, Katara. We don't get snow here."

Her eyes narrowed suddenly. Oh, he was going to pay for that mocking tone. He didn't seem to notice the hot water he was in with his wife, because she felt a warm hand trailing up her thigh. He dipped his head, body shifting closer as their lips met in the still-early light.

Okay. He'd pay later.

Zuko slumped his way down the hallways of his own wing. Well, his and that crazy Waterbender he called his wife. It was a warm day, he could admit to that, which meant she was probably sitting in as tub of ice slush again. It was also an incredibly stressful day, with the Council fighting over him with every Sam and Sally that knew his name. It was crazy! A caterer had been bothering him for a menu for half the morning, and he hadn't even been able to eat in peace. Then, of course, there was a whole unannounced delegation that demanded his attention.

He was looking forward to nothing more than sleeping at this point.

His bedroom door swung open much slower than he was used to, ending with a grating scrape before it even reached half its normal arc. The reason, obviously, was in the massive pile of snow and ice all over the floor. His mouth dropped open.

"... KATARA?!"

Her head, covered in her infamous blue parka hood, poked out from the ensuite bathroom. "Oh, hey, welcome home Zuko! Sorry, I got a little hot."

"...Hot. You got hot." He could feel his long-buried temper starting to burn. Frustration was making his breaths deepen, not to mention the smoke that was started to pour out of him. He had to control his anger, though... Fighting with Katara was not the best idea. Closing his eyes, he tried to concentrate on-

A snowball pelting him in the face.

His eyes whipped open, mouth yet again gaping but more in shock than rage. She laughed, one mitted hand pointing at him, before she scrambled away. He growled as his feet scrabbled for purchase, intent on catching that troublesome woman.

He nearly tripped over her, what with her splayed on the ground motionlessly. He felt a bubble of panic as he crouched down, hand going to her shoulder just as she turned her head to peek. He felt a hand curl into his collar before he was yanked face-first into the snow beside her. Saving grace; his heat at least fought off the cold for a few seconds, until the semi-liquid seeped into his clothing. He caught his hand, tugging at him until he flopped over to match her, flat on their backs and staring up at the frosted ceiling. She squeezed his hand, before sweeping it up and down repeatedly. He turned his head to look at her, now severely confused and frankly, giving up entirely on scolding her.

"What are you doing, Katara?" His anger had fizzled out when he hit the snow. His body had even sent off the steam to prove it.

"We're making snow angels. I'm pretty sure you've never done this, right?" Cue head shake, "Well, it's a must. There are things that you have to try to truly live."

"So I've been, what, dead inside this whole time, just because I haven't played around in some stupid frozen water?"

"It's not just frozen water, stupid. Now shut up and play in the snow."

He never said no to her, he really couldn't. She would either get all teary-eyed or straight up and kill him. Yeah, not really an option. So, he followed along with her crazy, frigid plan. He learned how to make snow angels (even if Katara drew little horns on his; he retaliated by tracing her silhouette much, much wider), she showed him how to sculpt ice and snow, and he managed not to break a leg when she turned their lounge room into a giant skating rink.

It was actually... fun. He found that the cold air sharpened his breathing, leaving a clean, exhilarating feeling. Just being able to hold her as his warmth seeped in, the cold pressing just as aggressively to chill the pair. It wasn't something he had ever experienced. Okay, so their living quarters were in need of some damage control, some full-over remodeling.

She always complained that it was too red, anyway.

Like I said, just some quick little one shots!

Oh, a touch of news! I'll be posting three other stories after this, two a series of one shots much like this (I may even take requests!), and one full-length story. After that, we'll see if I continue with this pairing. I've run out of ideas for full-length stories with these two, and I may switch to another fandom after. Just so you know!

So, back to the important things; Kym, thank you so much for this little tidbit of inspiration, and also mention of the prairies. I can't help but wonder if you're from Canada! Anyway, all five will be posted before New Years, but I may just post one more tonight ;)

Also, Samara, I totally wrote yours first. And like I said, yours was the only request and I'm totally posting it last. Canadian trolling.