The title of this story was inspired from the person who requested it. But, I didn't just name it for the person; the title actually has a meaning for the story. Who can guess what?

Chapter One- Trouble in Paradise

Katara was not a happy person at this moment of time. Sure, she should be, she's going to her home for the first time in three years, the South Pole, with the love of her life at her side.

She loves boats, which was another good thing since they were on a boat now. What's more romantic than being on a sea voyage with the sexiest man alive, right? Well, it would help if said sexiest man alive spent a minute with his girlfriend on said boat.

Katara sighed, her breath turning to steam when it came in contact with the cool air surrounding her. It has been two weeks since she and Zuko had left the Firenation; Two week since she last talked to her boyfriend.

It's not like she hasn't tried, but, he had locked himself in his room the first day the ship took off from the harbor. He hasn't shown his face yet. Not even for dinner! She even went to his door and knocked, but, he told her he couldn't come out because it would let in cold air.

She had just walked away, infuriated.

She looked up from the place she leaned on the railing. Icebergs passed at high speed as the ship ripped through the ice covered water; they we're nearly there. The sun was setting, making beautiful colors spread across the vast skies. Blues, pinks, reds, and purples mingled with each other as the orange sun set behind the crashing waves of the ocean.

Katara stifled a yawn, the day had been stressful. Well, not really, she was just fretting over Zuko's behavior most of the day. Either way, she was already worn out enough for bed.

Shaking her head she turned around and walked below deck, intent on lying down for the night. She came to her room, her hand on the door knob when she paused. She was never really good at letting things go, no matter the importance of the situation.

Sighing with resentment she put her hands at her side, balling them into fists. She stomped loudly further down the hallway, not really caring if anyone heard her. A guard walked past her on his round, she barley noticed him cringe at her expression.

She stopped at a particularly large door. A dragon handle hung in the middle for use as a knocker. She tried to open the door, but, to her dismay but not shock, it was locked.

Huffing, she slammed on the door with her fist, not bothering to use the knocker at this point.

She paused for a few seconds, listening for any sign of movement on the other end.

None came.

Stomping her foot in frustration, she gritted her teeth and knocked again, much harder. She didn't relent until the door swung open, revealing an angry Zuko.

"WHAT?!" He yelled, before his eyes went wide.

She glared at him. Her words died in her throat, for some unknown reason she found herself unable to speak.

"Katara…." He stepped out into the hallway, the door clicking shut behind him, "Are you ok?" Worry was evident in his voice.

Katara's glare deepened, "What would you care?" She spat, finding her voice again as anger took her over again. She glared at his shirtless form, a towel hanging over his shoulder. She absent mindedly noticed he was sweating.

"Katara--! You know that I lov—"

"You haven't cared ever since we stepped onto this stupid ship," She screamed, her fists clenching her heavy Parka.

"That's not true—" His pleads landed on deaf ears.

"You've locked yourself away Zuko! How can you say that you love me when you won't even say good night to me?" She felt something wet roll down her cheek when she finished her sentence.

A weird emotion passed behind Zuko's eyes, his stomach clenched, "Don't cry," He reached out and rubbed the tear away, his palm settling on her cheek.

The warmth of his hand relaxed her slightly, " I-I…." She closed her eyes, pulling her face away, "I thought I knew you," Katara backed away, her eyes wide as if she was scared of him.

"Katara, wait!" Zuko reached out for her when her back turned to him. She sprinted down the hall way, not looking back to see if he was following her. When she reached her door, she fumbled with the door handle, her hand having difficulties getting a grip on it.

Finally she opened the door. She jogged in, and leaned on the door, letting it click shut. Her back slide down the smooth wood until her bottom hit the floor. She folded her arms over her knees, which had been drawn to her chest.

She felt like crying, to let everything out. But, to her chagrin no tears came. Only anger filled the wounded spot in her heart.

Taking a shaky breath she crawled her way up. Walking over to the dresser, she pulled out a heavy sleeping parka over her normal clothing. She slipped into her small bed, wishing it could be a little warmer.

Katara woke late in the morning, about half a mark past 10. Stretching in her bed she yawned grabbing at a maroon blanket.

Her eyes focused on the blanket, mystified. She hadn't fallen asleep with a maroon blanket onto of her, only the Firelord's room has this color décor.

Her heart swelled at the thought of Zuko checking up on her. Oh, how she wished they could sleep in the same bedroom, he's just so warm.

A knock interrupted her thoughts, making reality crash all around her.

'Zuko's a jerk, remember Katara?' Her self conscious chaste her.

Katara rolled out of bed, smoothing her night parka down and fussing with her hair before opening the door, revealing a young servant no older than 15. He wore dark red robes with the Firenation emblem on the breast pocket. The flame figure simmered a brilliant golden color. He had a high topknot, much like Zuko's when she first met him at the South Pole. His brown eyes reflected the dim lighting in the hall way.

"Hello," She greeted hoarsely. She coughed quietly, clearing her voice, "What could I do for you?"

"I was told by the Firelord to alert you that we are about to dock." The boy fiddled with his high topknot nervously, "He wants you to meet him up there in 10 minutes." He finished, bowing.

Katara grimaced, "Thank you for the notice," She nodded to the servant before closing the door.

"Who does he think he is!" Katara said to herself angrily, pulling out her daytime Parka from a drawer next to her small bed.

'He's the Firelord….' Her self conscious enlightened sardonically.

"He couldn't even face me! What kind of Firelord is that?!" She raged to herself, angrily unfastening the front of her nightwear.

'A smart one, I bet he wants his masculine parts intact.' She swore she heard someone snigger.

She pulled the night Parka off, leaving her in her undergarments. Goosepimples erupted onto her skin instantly, proving that they we're indeed landing at the South Pole soon, "I don't even know why I'm talking to you! You're myself!" She flung her arms into the air.

She blocked out her thoughts while she finished dressing, not caring if she was late for Zuko's little deadline.

With her hair in its tradition braid and her parka buttoned to her chin she excited her room. She slowly walked down the hall, stalling as long as possible. She climbed the stairs one by one, step by step. Finally, she reached the top, and turned the door handle.

Light came from behind the door, white ice caps surrounding the ship. She saw Zuko, her so called boyfriend at the front of the ship, leaning on the railing. She stepped onto the deck, closing the door behind her noisily.

Zuko turned around, hearing the door slam shut. His eyes locked with an icy glare that belonged to the women he loved. Her hair loopies blew around her face in the wind, little strands of hair coming loose at the same time. She approached him, her face in an unnatural scowl.

"Firelord Zuko," She greeted formally while bowing to the ground in respect. Zuko's stomach dropped as he saw his girlfriend's distant expression, "You summoned me?" Katara inquired.

Zuko swallowed the rather large lump in his throat before speaking, "Katara, you don't have to be so…." He drifted off, her gaze side tracking him.

"So?" Katara pushed on, not breaking eye contact.

"So… formal." He stepped forward, "You're my girlfriend." He brought his hand up as if he was going to caress her cheek, then it dropped down to his side.

Katara's eyes narrowed, "Oh really, you sure fooled me," She spat bitterly.

"Katara!" Zuko said in distress, his eyes widening, "I know I've been distant lately, but, it's for a good cause. You have to believe me! I wouldn't stay away from you for so long unless I truly had too," Zuko tried to grab her hands but she backed away, turning towards the approaching ice island.

"What ever," She said distantly, looking back at him over her shoulder, showing her emotionless expression before turning back to the sea.. That expression scared Zuko more than Azula.

He knew his was in some deep Rhino-horse dung.

Zuko walked off the plank with Katara on his arm. Her eyes were unfocused, passive. Their boots hit the snow with a piercing crunch. As if on cue the growing village came to life. Blue clad figures rushed towards the now larger dock to greet the new arrivals.

Katara's eyes scanned the area, it had grown a lot. There were at least ten more igloos that she could see then there was when she left with Aang for the first time. The outer wall was huge, evidence that the Northern Watertribe has indeed intervene here. Large ice doors opened wider to reveal a mob of blue rushing towards them.

Before Katara knew it she was engulfed by familiar bodies.

"Katara! How are you?" Sokka's excited voice sang, hugging his baby sister tighter. Gran Gran wrapped her arms around both children.

"I'm happy to be home," Katara stated in a serene voice while hugging her family back, absent mindedly wondering where her father was.

"It's so good to have both of my grandchildren in the same spot again." Gran Gran hummed in their ears.

A deep voiced coughed grabbing everyone's attention. The reunited family broke away, looking up at the respect demanding voice.

Hakoda stepped up to Zuko, "Hello son, did you have a smooth voyage?" He asked his eyes never leaving Zuko's.

Zuko shifted awkwardly, the resemblance of his eyes and his daughters was uncanny, "Yes, no problems what so ever," Zuko bowed honorably.

Katara scoffed, rolling her eyes, "Yep, no problems what so ever," She said sarcastically.

Gran Gran raised an eye brow, promising herself to talk to the young couple later about this perfect trip.

"Firelord Zuko, may I talk to you in private?" Hakoda said formally, extending his arm in a direction that was deserted. The snowy plains looked like they never ended. Occasionally a snowy wind passed making it seem that much more mysterious.

Zuko shivered, pulling his Parka closer to him, "I would be honored," He bowed respectfully to Hakoda.

Hakoda merely turned, walking towards the deserted land. Zuko followed silently, walking at a quick pace to keep up with his hopefully soon to be father in law.

After the crowd of people was out of view Hakoda turned towards Zuko, "I have taken you aside for a very important question young lord," Hakoda started.

Zuko walked up beside him, putting his mitten covered hands under his armpits for more warmth, "What would that be?" He rasped, blowing fire out of his mouth to keep warm.

"Your intentions with my daughter," Hakoda's piercing blue eyes cut to Zuko's gold ones, "If any at all, I hope you realize she is considered the princess of the Watertribes." Hakoda paused in his step, making Zuko pause as well.

Zuko turned towards Hakoda, "I assure you my intentions are pure," Zuko started, pulling up his hood protectively around his head.

"I sure hope so, she's no play toy," Hakoda inquired, his eyes passive, "She has the whole Watertribe behind her."

Zuko's eyes widen, 'They think I'm using her,' Zuko stepped closer to Hakoda, "I love your daughter with all of my heart, I would never hurt her purposely. Or use her for that matter," Zuko sighed, rubbing his temple, "Chief Hakoda, I have a serious question to ask you."

Hakoda nodded encouragingly.

Katara was being pulled along by her brother into the new city which she calls home. There was a large path made of beaten down snow that lead to different places in the now large village.

"This is the market!" Sokka pointed enthusiastically to the series of bulky igloos that went up and down a lane.

Katara smiled, "Let's go!" She was now pulling a smiling Sokka along. She stopped half way down the line of stores. Her eyes focused on the window display of a smaller igloo.

She dropped Sokka's hand and swiftly walked over to the store's window. A beautiful necklace was on a black cloth in the display window. It's blue jewel faceted in golden wire.

"Sokka, look at it, it's beautiful!"

Sokka walked up behind her, gazing at the piece of jewelry, "huhm." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"You can't say it's not eye catching!" Katara turned around to find her brother lazily walking down the street.

"Yes, I can," Sokka paused in his step, looking over his shoulder at her, "Besides that's not what I brought you here to see," He cracked a smile.

Katara jogged to catch up with him, "What was it then?" Her arms swinging at her side.

"You'll find out soon enough," Sokka grinned mysteriously before taking off running, leaving a confused Katara behind, "Catch me if you can!" He called back happily, laughing loudly.

"Oh, I will Sokka, I will!" With that shout she ran after him, desperate to catch up with him.

Ok, this was supposed to be a one-shot for Moonlightspirit! But, the muse bunnies came and mobbed me, leaving me with at least a three chapter story. The genre varies, like in this one it was kind of Angsty. But the next chappy will hopefully be humorous, and the next fluffy. I hope to even put some supernatural stuff in there! Please review!