It's the hottest party south of the Fire Nation, the biggest bash in nearly half a century.

She's done it. She's mastered two elements. Halfway there.

To celebrate, Korra decides to throw a party.

She's thirteen years old at the time and parties are sort of new territory for her. But growing up with a bunch of stuffy adults spouting poetic spiritual nonsense has made her mature for her age, so she's got the hang of the whole partying concept. Besides, the party spans all ages from kids to adults.

It's loud and it's crazy and there's ice sculptures everywhere (carved by Korra herself; she mastered waterbending years ago). More than three hundred people crowd into the White Lotus facility. Naga's doing strange polar bear dog tricks in the corner. A few pro-bending teams all the way from Republic City are sparring in the training arena. Even the Earth Queen herself is here, along with her famous pet bear Basco III.

Korra dances at the middle of the whole group, twirling and jumping and even using the bits of firebending she's picked up to heat up the crowd. It's not just the music that makes the ground vibrate – her earthbending is so powerful it's causing mini earthquakes. She's having the time of her life.

Everyone senses the raw power emanating from this girl – she's a natural at bending. She'll be a great avatar, they all know it.

But right now she's just a thirteen year old girl from the Southern Water Tribe with a lot of nerve and no consequences for her actions. And in the corner stands a really cute White Lotus guard who she's been getting up the nerve to talk to all night.

She waterbends a few cups of punch into her hands as she struts over to him. "Hey."

"Hey."

It's a dare, of course, by a few of her friends. They're giggling in the corner, watching her approach this guy. He's actually only a few years older than her – she can tell just by the way he eyes her. The adult guards are all serious and boring. But this guy…

"My name's Korra. I'm the avatar."

"Really? I didn't notice," he says.

"Do you want some punch?"

The guard takes it, pulling off his helmet and tucking it under his arm for a few moments. "What do you want?"

"Well, my friends over there dared me to ask you to dance."

"I'm a guard. I'm supposed to be guarding you, not dancing with you."

Korra eyes him up and down. He's cute, pretty young, and definitely her type.

"Oh, c'mon, you can't be older than sixteen. What kind of teenager wants to be all boring and White Lotusy all evening? It's a party." The punch starts bubbling anxiously.

"I'm fifteen, and I could use a few extra Yuons. So I really don't want to get fired by dancing with the avatar," he glares.

"It's my party. C'mon, if I don't, my friends will all make fun of you."

He frowns. "I didn't know the avatar even had friends."

The smile drops from her face too. "I don't see them much. So it's important to us. Please? What's your name?" she asks.

"Howl." He rolls his eyes. "You're really annoying, you know that?"

"Awesome. Howl. Nice to meet you. Now let's go dance."

"Sorry, no."

"I didn't ask you."

And with that, Avatar Korra stomps her foot and catapults Howl, earthbending style, to the middle of the dance floor.