A/N: All these stories are connected to the poem at the top, as well as the season and respective element, but not to each other. It is like four individual stories. Also, I'm sure this kind of thing has been done before, with that whole "Tales of Ba Sing Se" episode, but I wanted to try my hand at it :)

Water, in its ever changing nature

It is smooth and refreshing

But cold and hard in winter

Yet one cannot live without it

Water, with its many different forms

Like life, it does not stay the same

But still, it is part of the whole

Part of the beautiful element that is, water

Sokka dipped his hands into the ocean, letting the cool water slide through his fingers. It should have felt cold to him; after all, it was winter. But he had grown up in the southern water tribe; he was used to such temperatures. The water felt good to him, slightly warmed from the sun. Sokka was no bender, but that didn't mean the elements had no effect on him.

Suddenly, he felt a thick cloth thrown around his shoulders. A soft giggle followed. He turned to see Suki, his girlfriend, her eyes full of amusement.

"Put your parka on, silly," she said. "It's freezing out here."

"It actually feels warm out today," Sokka replied, returning a smile at his girlfriend. He threw his arms around her. "But if you're cold, well, that's what I'm here for."

It had been years since that war, but in a way he was grateful for it. If it wasn't for the war, he and Suki wouldn't have met. In the years that followed they had grown together, learned more about each other, and fought side by side, yet it did not change the fact that they still fit perfectly within one another's arms.

"Aren't I lucky, having such a big, strong man as my boyfriend," Suki said, another smile creeping up on her face. Sokka cupped her chin, turning face towards his. He pressed his lips to hers gently.

"I'm going to miss you," he breathed against her soft skin.

"Sokka!" A voice called, interrupting before Suki had the chance to respond. Both turned in the direction of the voice to see Hakoda, Sokka's father, over by the river adding another parcel to the tiny canoe. "You ready?" he called, waving.

"Yeah dad, I'll be there in a sec," Sokka called back. He released Suki and picked up his own bag. He was ready to go, but he had to admit, leaving Suki was getting harder each time. She looked at him with a sad smile.

"Be safe."

"I will," Sokka straightened. The years of growth had made him taller, he now almost towered over Suki, but still somehow, she could make him fall to his knees. He grabbed her waist and kissed her passionately, his way of telling her how much he loved her. He parted from her, mourning the loss of her lips. But it was time; he and his father had a long way to go, and it wasn't advised to travel at night.

"I'll be back as soon as I can," he said, his blue eyes looking deep into her brown ones. He could almost see himself in them. She nodded, and shivered. "I'm going inside. Bye, Hakoda!" she called and ran off, leaving a small trail of footprints behind her that the snow would eventually wipe clean.

Sokka threw on the parka Suki brought him, feeling warmed through and through. Physically it was because of the parka, but his love for Suki was so strong, he always felt warm.

His father was smiling at him when he approached. "So when are you going to marry that girl? You've been dating her for years."

"Actually dad, that's what I wanted to talk to you about." Sokka stepped into the boat, joining his father and their supplies.

"Well we got a ways to go before we meet up with the other warriors," Hakoda said, pushing the boat away from the snow covered shore.

Sokka said nothing, digging through his pockets for an item. He pulled out a necklace, hand carved by himself, a betrothal necklace. Hakoda's eyes widened, his smile growing. Sokka took over steering the canoe while his father examined the necklace. It had the original water designs around it, but Sokka added flowers in just the perfect way, making the design flow together.

"Sokka…it's beautiful. The design is breathtaking. You did this yourself huh?"

"Yeah, you think she'll like it?"

"She will love it."

Most of the journey was silent, each man lost in their own thoughts. Though every once in a while, they would switch with the rowing. Sokka had the paddle this time; he rowed absentmindedly his thoughts far away from the quiet ocean. He knew they had a mission to complete. They had to meet with the rest of the tribe and take care of a few of the resistance trying to take over the water tribe. The avatar asked for them specifically, knowing they could handle it.

But as important as the mission was, Sokka couldn't keep his mind off of Suki. Her beauty, her humor, her amazing fighting skills, every part of her Sokka adored. But the thought of proposing…it made his insides squirm with nerves.

It wasn't just the asking part weighing heavily on his mind, it was how he was going to present it. He wanted his proposal to be fantastic, something she would always remember. But what could he do?

He racked his brain for ideas; after all, he was the idea guy. But this seemed so much bigger. So much more important, this was the girl he was going to spend the rest of his…

"Sokka watch out!"

The canoe hit a large iceberg, throwing them off course. The boat rattled violently, Hakoda grabbed their supplies before it could spill into the ocean. Sokka rowed quickly, trying to avoid another nearing iceberg, but it was too close. The other side of the canoe smashed into it, Sokka could see some of the wood fly into the air from the collision.

"Sokka go left!" Hakoda instructed. There was a collection of sharp icebergs up ahead, and they were heading right towards them.

Sokka steered left as hard as he could, but to no avail. The canoe crashed into the cluster, making the pedal fly from his hands. Water seeped into the canoe, beginning to sink the small boat. Sokka looked at his father helplessly.

"Try to steer!" Hakoda shouted, a determined look on his face. After all they had been through, they would not die this way. The both placed their hands in the freezing water, trying to steer the boat away from the icebergs and towards any source of land. The icebergs were too close; the manual steering did not do much good.

Sokka's eyes widened when he saw the iceberg coming up. It was too large to try to go around. Guilt consumed him in those few moments, why hadn't he been paying more attention?

The canoe crashed; the impact making Sokka fly from the boat.

"Sokka!"

That was the last thing he heard before Sokka hit the iceberg, knocking him out cold.

"Sokka…."

"Sokka wake up…"

The voice was faint, but still Sokka heard. Someone was calling to him, but it wasn't his father. This voice was higher, feminine. It sounded familiar…

Sokka opened his eyes, seeing first the dark night sky, blacker than it was when they had crashed. Crashed…he suddenly realized. Where was his father? Where was he? He sat up and glanced around.

He was floating on a thick piece of ice, as if it were an island that was just carrying him away somewhere. There was nothing around him. No icebergs, no boats, no people. Just this tiny patch of ice, and him. Then who was calling to him?

He glanced up at the sky, filled with brilliant beautiful stars, lighting it up. His gaze wandered over to the moon. A full moon, he realized. It made him miss his sister. If Katara were here, she would be able to help. But she wasn't here to save him this time, as she had been so many times in the past.

The moon was beautiful…so bright.

Wait…is it supposed to be that bright? He wondered. He gazed longer at the moon. It was definitely bright, and getting more so. He brought a hand up to his face, shielding his eyes.

What's going on?

"Sokka…."

The voice said, filling the air, surrounding him.

"Look up…"

Sokka obeyed, trying to look into the brightness of the moon. After a moment a silhouette appeared, seeming to shimmer into the night, of a woman. A woman he was once loved.

"Yue," he gasped. The beautifully bright woman came down towards him, joining him on the iceberg. She was not full, she was transparent; Sokka could probably reach right through her. But he did not dare. It had been so long…he remembered the days when he would lie awake at night, missing her, feeling guilty about not protecting her. But he knew now, that this was her destiny.

She gazed at him, her eyes full of love, her full lips curved into a smile. She looked the same as when she had left him. Beautiful, pure.

"I missed you…" she said. Her voice was so soft, soothing.

"Me too."

"I don't have too much time. I just wanted to see you again," her face saddened a little. "And tell you…it's okay."

"What's okay, Yue?" Confused, Sokka reached out. He wanted to touch her hand, feel her soft skin again. But he could not. Disappointed, he put his arm back down.

"I want you to marry her. You have to let me go."

Sokka said nothing for a moment, still teeming with confusion. He thought he had let her go a long time ago. But she was right, he realized. He never had. All this time he had been delaying his marriage to Suki, convincing himself that it was because of nerves, when truthfully, it was because he still felt connected to Yue. But she was right, it was time to let her go. Suki was his world now. Sad eyes greeted Yue's.

"You will always have a place in my heart, Yue," he whispered.

"I know," she smiled. "You're heart is big and full. It's part of who you are, and what I always loved about you."

Sokka smiled too, staring at her. He didn't want to look away, fearing that one slight aversion from her would make her disappear. He wanted to say goodbye, a true goodbye. It was the closure he needed.

Yue reached out a shimmering hand, and touched his cheek. He didn't feel anything, but the motion was good enough. He could imagine the soft texture of her skin, the smallest gesture warmed his heart.

"Sleep now Sokka. And when you wake, everything will be alright again."

He wanted to cry out in protest, beg her to stay just a little longer. But he knew she could not. They each had different destinies. And his was waiting back home. Then a thought struck him.

"Wait Yue, I'm in the middle of the ocean. How can I get back?"

"Just sleep…." She repeated, already starting to fade. "Everything will be alright…"

Sokka felt his eyes beginning to water as he watched her disappear.

"Goodbye Yue."

"Goodbye Sokka…"

Her smile was the last thing he saw before she disappeared completely. Her voice traveling with the wind and fading away like the rest of her.

She was gone. And he was alone, on the piece of ice, in the dark night.

Everything will be alright…

He lay back against the ice, gazing at the full moon. He obeyed Yue's request, and slowly closed his eyes, seeing the moons afterimage on his brain. It was his last thought before sleep overtook him.

Everything will be alright…

The cold was the first thing he felt. The chill from the wind hit his face, blew through his hair, his clothes. Shivering, he opened his eyes. Bright sunlight greeted him, making him squint. He tried to bring a hand up to his face, but found he couldn't. They were confined to his side; he was wrapped up in furs.

But how? How was he alive, on shore, safe? He sat up quickly, pushing the furs aside, releasing himself. He glanced around, to see his father a mere couple feet away roasting fish over a fire.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," he said smiling. The smell of cooking food filled the surrounding air. Sokka's other senses kicked in, his stomach rumbled at the delicious scent.

"Dad, you're okay." He got up from the coverings and went to sit beside his father. "But what happened?"

"Well we ran into some trouble, I'm sure as you can remember. Our boat was sinking, and you were knocked out. You hit that ice pretty hard. But then the strangest thing happened."

Sokka listened intently, eyes curious.

"This current came, guiding us through the icebergs. It was as if someone were steering the boat," Hakoda said, his voice filled with fascination.

Yue.

"The current led us right to another boat out at sea, someone from our tribe. He took us to shore."

Sokka stayed silent for a moment, then smiled. "Wow," was all he managed.

"You're telling me," Hakoda agreed. "The others left to gather some supplies, but they will be back. I wanted to stay in case you woke up."

"What about the mission?"

"We will carry out the mission at dawn, as scheduled. But for now, are you hungry? This fish looks just about done."

Sokka clutched his rumbling stomach. "Always," he said eagerly.

The men were greeted back at the water tribe with open arms a couple weeks later. They returned in the evening, a few with some scratches and bruises, but nothing that couldn't be patched up. They returned to their wives and children, each embracing their families warmly.

Sokka saw Suki instantly, her beauty standing out from everyone else. He walked briskly to her, dropping his bag at his feet and sweeping her up in a hug. No words were needed. It was clear that they had missed each other.

"Take a walk with me," Sokka said softly into Suki's ear. She smiled and nodded. They walked off together, leaving his bag on the ground unnoticed.

They walked along a secluded snowy path, talking and catching up. She shared stories about missions she had done with the other Kyoshi warriors, interesting things that had happened around the South Pole. He shared stories about the mission, intentionally leaving out the part where they almost didn't make it. He did not want to spoil the happiness.

After a while, the cold seemed nonexistent to them, neither did the time. They stayed out walking along the South Pole until they could see their previous tracks again. It gradually became darker, until the moon showed its brilliant face, and the stars shone through.

"Wow, the moon looks beautiful tonight," Suki observed. Sokka glanced up; a full moon. He smiled, it was time. He looked back at his love, her cheeks reddened from the cold. He stared at her huge loving eyes…

"What is it, Sokka?" she asked, concerned at his quiet. She knew her boyfriend to hardly ever be silent.

"I have to ask you something."

The concern in her face grew, until she saw him bend down on one knee, and pull something out of his pocket. Her eyes widened, she brought her hands up to her face, trying to conceal her gasp.

"Suki…" Sokka took a deep breath, and held up the necklace. "Will you marry me?"

Suki did not even pause to think. "Of course Sokka!" she shouted, throwing her arms around him, knocking him backwards into the snow. Laughing together, he gently placed the necklace on her. It was a perfect fit.

"Oh Sokka…its beautiful…"

Sokka just smiled at his new fiancée, his eyes glancing up towards the moon. It was full, Yue was there, he could almost see her smile.

He kissed Suki then, deeply, lovingly, under the bright light of the moon. There was nothing to worry about now. He knew they would be alright.

Everything would be alright.