Winter had fallen over Air Temple Island. As the dreary morning peeked through the windowpanes, Korra watched as the snow drifted outside her window. With the winter breeze gently tapping on her door, she laid awake for the past days in agony and torture. Her limbs were stiff and she felt like she was fading.

Flashbacks haunted her. She had to take steady breaths to remind herself that she could keep the air inside of her, that Zaheer was no longer airbending it out of her.

Then, a shadow briskly walked past her room. She sat up. Then, her back stabbed her in pain. Take it slow, Korra, she told herself.

"Miss Sato?" The boyish voice chimed in and he lightly knocked on Asami's door.

"Oh, Ryusei, you're off the clock right now. What is it?" Asami answered in a concerned voice.

"I caught the first ferry out this morning to tell you: the Future Industries collaboration with Link Corp is sunk… They've backed out last minute." There was apprehension in his voice.

Asami paused. "Did you ask why?" She knew it had to do with her father's recent imprisonment. She was curious what excuses companies came up with to avoid directly linking it to her father's reputation.

"They said our profit margin from last quarter was too low."

She got up from her desk and walked towards Ryusei. "Thank you for coming all this way to tell me, Ryusei. It buys us time to start contacting more companies. Please tell the rest of the sourcing team to start generating luke warm contacts. And, here," she reached into her pocket. "Buy yourself some hot breakfast. I can tell you haven't eaten."

Ryusei bowed in appreciation. "Thank you, Miss Sato, but you know I respect this company and your father a lot. The ability to work for this company is all that I strive for."

Asami left her hand with the money out. Suddenly, his stomach let out a growl. She shot him a sympathetic smile.

A little embarrassed, Ryusei bowed again, thanked her profusely, took the money, and wished Asami a good day.

Korra was heading back to her bed when she heard Asami let out a huge sigh. Asami had plopped down in her desk chair with her head between her hands.

Korra thought about Asami's situation. She felt bad for Asami. She was dragged into this mess. If it weren't for her, Asami wouldn't have lost everything. Korra felt like she was the blame for a million things. Korra got ready to head out on her usual early morning routine of sitting in the courtyard. She felt a need to be outside instead of crammed in her room.

I need some fresh air. Asami quietly slid her paper screen door open and shut. She held an oil heat lamp in her hand and saw the snow blanketing the yard in some kind of fairytale winter wonderland. She walked along the outer boundary of the courtyard. The pearly dark sky seemed to go on for miles. Although the snow was delicately drifting towards the ground, Asami's thoughts were racing. My company. Father in prison. My executive assistant taking a ferry out here bearing bad news. The family name. My life. Businessmen who don't believe in me. Who was I kidding? How am I going to handle an automotive empire?

Asami scanned the seemingly endless snowy landscape before her. It made her feel so empty and alone, but then she saw Korra in her wheelchair. Asami grew concerned that Korra was sitting out there in the cold.

Her foot sank into the snow and snowflakes landed on her eyelashes, blurring her eyesight, but she trudged on.

"Korra, you're not supposed to be out here." Asami noticed that Korra was wearing a thin robe. She looked like she'd been there for a while and her eyes were distant.

Asami cleared off the bench next to her with her gloved hand and sat down. The air was icy and she could see her breath.

The sun was starting to brighten through the clouds.

"You're going to freeze in that," Asami said.

With a faint smile, Korra said "I'm going to be okay, I think you forgot I grew up in snow… and self-heating is a specialty."

"Oh, right. You wear tank tops in negative degree weather while I'm in a trench coat all the time. I'm just surprised to see you out here. You're supposed to be resting."

"Yeah, I've been wandering out here a lot these past days." Korra said without removing her gaze from the landscape.

"Tenzin says you need more rest before you make a public appearance at Jinora's ceremony."

Korra was silent. All she could muster was "it's okay."

Asami could sense something was wrong. "You're making progress. I can tell."

"…Thanks for being here." Korra said turning to Asami and then turning back to the landscape.

Asami smiled. "It's a good way for me to get my mind off of some things. I can think when I'm here."

They both sat there in each other's company witnessing the winter morning before them. A calming silence passed by. They could both feel that the world seemed so harmonious and peaceful in that moment.

A winter breeze snuffed out Asami's oil heat lamp. A shiver came over Asami. Her arms were crossed close to her and her lips felt numb. Korra noticed and turned towards Asami. "Is it just me or did it just drop another ten degrees?" Asami asked.

"Let's head back inside, you look like an icicle." Korra had her arms around the wheels of the wheelchair, ready to wheel back.

"I'll help you back," Asami got up, but she took another step too quickly on the icy snow. She slipped and fell into the powdery but icy snow.

"Asami! Are you okay?" Korra asked wide-eyed at how the poised Asami was face planted into the snow.

"Oh, gosh, I sprained my wrist… Ouch." Asami lifted her snowflake dusted face and held her wrist with her other hand.

"I'll be right back!" Korra powered through the thick snow with her wheelchair to a nearby creek that ran through the courtyard. She waterbended some of the creek water into a glowing ball and kept it hovering over her lap.

Asami stood up in the snow, staring at the growing redness and feeling a burning sensation developing in her wrist. How am I going to draft new automobile concepts now…

Then, Korra waterbended the healing ball into Asami's wrist. It ebbed to and fro through her wrist and arm. The snow began to melt off of her sleeve. Korra sent small heat waves to dust the snow off of Asami. Asami felt the warmth radiate all over her. Her face had color again and she freely rotated her wrist.

"You never cease to amaze me, Korra." Asami said as she gave the Avatar a hug down in her wheelchair. As she held Korra, Asami felt how warm she was and it was strangely comforting.

*Dong* The Air Temple Island bell signaled time for breakfast.

"I'd better get you back before Tenzin sees you out here." Asami wheeled Korra back.

On the way back, Korra started chuckling. "That's an interesting snow angel." She pointed to Asami's clumsy imprint on the snow from her fall.

"Hey, I tried. Maybe when you get better, we can make some real ones together." Asami replied.

"Yeah, that would be nice." Korra answered with a bittersweet thought. She remembered how she used to make snow angels all over the Southern Water Tribe complex. But that was when she could move her legs.

Asami helped Korra out of her wheelchair to sit on the bed. Then she took out all of the Avatar's clothes from their respective drawers and laid them out on the chair next to her.

"Let me know if you need anything," Asami said as she walked to leave Korra's room.

Then, Korra's door opened right when Asami reached for the handle. It was Jinora.

"Good morning, Asami!"

"Hi Jinora, is your mom on her way?"

"My mom wanted to tell you that she's having trouble making breakfast today because Meelo blew out the breakfast fire with his fart bending. My mom is going a little crazy in the kitchen right now…but anyway she's wondering if you can help dress Korra this morning."

To be continued.

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