Hello everyone! I was inspired by a comment I read about looking into Korra's head, seeing how she was raised in a compound and trained from a young age and writing about it. I thought I'd take a shot. I'm still new to writing, so constructive criticism is as welcome as praise.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Korra or its lovely characters. All that credit goes to Bryke.

I. THE PREMISE

Master Katara had warned them in a sense. She was often the one to visit the pregnant soon-to-be mothers of the Southern Water Tribe to see how they were faring. She could sometimes tell the mothers if they were carrying a bender or not, whether it was a boy or girl. With the potential of carrying the Avatar in their wombs, many asked, and were told.

Tonraq and Senna, however, had decided that it didn't matter to them if their child was a boy or a girl, bender or not, they would love them with all of their hearts for as long as they lived and beyond. So Katara had kept silent, but had mentioned that she had the feeling that their child would accomplish great things. Perhaps their unconditional love was why they were graced with their lovely, powerful daughter.

Her father had tucked her into bed every night with stories of the great Avatars. Tales of their great adventures and bravery as they upheld their duty to bring balance to the world. "Daddy, I'm gonna be the Avatar," she'd tell him after each one. Some days her mother would find her, imagination full blast, acting as if she could control all four elements, and she would smile.

One day, when she was playing, the little girl had been battling an army of "evil" snowmen when her bending appeared. She had only made the motion with complete assumption that she would have to go in and physically destroy her opponent like every other day, only to be surprised when the snowman exploded into snowflakes, carried away in the wind.

That night she requested a story about an Avatar that was from the Water Tribes. Tonraq chuckled heartily and complied, thinking nothing of it.

Hardly a week later, the young waterbender had been playing in her room. She had hidden her waterbending from her parents. She was conviced that since she was a waterbender, she was the Avatar. Since she knew the cycle would go from water to earth, she was focusing on a rock in her room. She was going to move it. Shen she did she brought up a portion of the floor with it, was so startled she dropped it with a rumbling boom. Her mother dashed into check on her, only to see her throwing said rock across the room "earthbending."

That night she demanded to hear about the adventures of an Avatar from the Earth Kingdom. Her father laughed and agreed.

Fire took a bit longer. A fortnight had passed, and the young Avatar had been practicing her water- and earthbening, as well as seeking to create fire from the palm of her hand. Once she did she decided to light the wood in the fireplace. Her mother had been confused once she had reentered the house from trading gossip with the neighbors, but came to the decision that she had just forgotten that she had lit it before going outside.

That night the young Avatar asked for a tale about an Avatar of the Fire Nation. Her father smiled and began speaking.

The day they discovered that their child could bend came soon after. Their young daughter with all the bending powers she possessed was too impatient to hide her practicing one morning at breakfast, where she poured her own water without touching it, lifted one side of the table with the floor just enough to send the plate of fresh seal-jerky straight into her arms, and at the shocked and surprised expressions on her parents' faces produced fire in her palms and exclaimed:

"I'M THE AVATAR! YOU GOTTA DEAL WITH IT!"