Katara has a dream world, which includes toys, friends, and above all: her mother. A songfic around six year old Katara to the song 'Castle on a Cloud'. I took a few liberties here, the said liberties being:

I assumed Gran-Gran was Katara's-mothers-mother I assumed Katara's mother died when she was old enough to just have a hazy memory of her, but not really remember who she was. And I don't remember Katara's mother being given an official name, So I called her Kai.

Thanks for bearing with me, and reveiws are always appreciated!

Katara packed snow furiously with her gloved hands, determined to finish before Gran-Gran called her in for the night.

There is a castle on a cloud,

I like to go there in my sleep,

Aren't any floors for me to sweep,

Not in my castle on a cloud.

Her face set in a slight frown her leaned back, looking at the haphazard mountain of snow that was suppose to be her castle. This pitiful lump of white was supposed to be that palace she saw in her dreams; her palace, where her stupid older brother Sokka did all the chores.

There is a room that's full of toys,

There are a hundred boys and girls,

Nobody shouts or talks too loud,

Not in my castle on a cloud.

Pinning her old, battered doll to her chest with one arm she removed her right glove, hand stinging in the icy chill. 'This room' the six year old dictated to the doll 'will be for all the toys from both poles.' As she spoke she sectioned off a part of the mound with by dragging her finger through it, creating a shaky square that was perfect by a child's standards. "This room" she said, beginning to section off a larger section "will be for all the children." Her finger was becoming numb fast, so to speed up the progress she placed her doll in a snow-chair and added the aide of her now ungloved left hand. "Everyone will get along because…." The young Katara stopped, biting her lip, brow furrowed in a furious search for a reason. "Because… I said so!" She finished triumphantly, grinning to no one in particular.

There is a lady all in white,

Holds me and sings a lullaby,

She's nice to hear and she's soft to touch,

She says "Cosette, I love you very much."

She thought over what to add next, and her face grew as serious as a six year old can manage. She carefully scooped up her doll, cradling it in her arms. "There's a lady in my castle." She told the doll softly, eyes staring unblinkingly at the polar horizon. "She sings to me, and the songs are about me. I don't know how she knows them, but I know I do." She'd begun rocking the doll slowly in her arms. "She wears a long white coat that's soft, and when you burrow your face into it…" She trailed off, let out a sigh of content. "She tells me she loves me more than anything, and that she'll never leave me." The tears began to well up in her round eyes, her breath becoming uneven.

I know a place where no one's lost,

I know a place where no one cries,

Crying at all is not allowed,

Not in my castle on a cloud.

"You never need to feel lost in my castle" she sobbed quietly "because you know that's where you belong. And nobody needs to cry" She said, practically choking herself with the effort of stopping her tears. "You're not even allowed to cry," Her body shook from crying "Not …in my…castle" she managed to whisper in between sobs, sniffling loudly. She buried her face in her doll, the wet tears on her face stinging in the bitter cold.

Katara never heard her grandmother emerge fro the hut behind her; she didn't see how intensely her shadow was listening; most of all Katara didn't see Gran-Gran cry. Kai was too loved, too needed to be ripped away from us Gran-Gran thought, long-suppressed tears leaving trails of salt on her cheeks. Katara needs her mother, and I want my daughter back. Gran-Gran composed herself before waling forward and scooping her granddaughter into her arms. Katara's head lolled slightly, her small body's energy drained from crying. The two water-tribe members now had a secret they would keep forever.