They say every flake is unique, Korra thought as she snapped and made small sprays of snowflakes spin and fall to pass the time. Where she grew up there had always been so much snow. She never thought to stop and look closely enough to see the crystals. Every one always has six arms, beautifully crafted by nature's own abilities, but never two exactly alike.
She closed her eyes and imagined outside her prison, the snowflakes falling in clusters. The little crystals of snow would be twirling and dancing in the air and following the wind until they hit the ground. Some wouldn't hit the ground. Some would get caught on the clothes, skin, and hair of travelers; maybe caught on the tip of the tongue of a child.
Every snowflake gets its chance to exist, even if for moments in the air, but it gets a chance nonetheless. Korra sat up and made a decision. If there was anything that was going to help her out of this mess it was contacting the spirit world, or at least contacting Aang. The way out of this cage will come and she can finally get around to taking a proper look at snowflakes. She'll show Bolin, and Mako and Asami, and even the kids at the air temple, how no two are the same. Korra was determined to contact Aang. She still wanted to catch snowflakes on her tongue. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Most of all, she realized as she steadied her breathing, snowflakes are free.