A/N: This one-shot takes place when Korra is four, presumably about a week after the beginning of the first episode. I like to think that she actually frightened Tenzin a little bit when they first met, since he's so used to the Avatar being Aang, who's polite and calm. But, whatever. Since I forgot to in the last chapter, I'll say it twice here. LOK isn't mine. LOK isn't mine. - Immac

In Which Korra Meets Tenzin

Tenzin held his cloak tighter against his chin, wishing his beard would warm his face more than it did. He tried to ignore the cold, though, for he knew he was going to find her. When the White Lotus had informed him that they'd found his father's reincarnation, Tenzin had been overjoyed. Four years hadn't made his father's absence any more bearable, and now it was like he was closer.

And then Tenzin reached the igloo.

"Tenzin, meet Avatar Korra," Katara said, looking through the door. Tenzin stood by his mother and looked in at the room, finding a young girl sitting inside. She appeared to be entertaining herself by making crude dolls of the others in the room by bending the rock floor around her. She had one in her hand that sort of looked like Katara and looked like she was trying to give it a smiley face made from dirt. Once the Katara doll was done, the girl sat it aside and picked up one that was blatantly the White Lotus man that was short and stumpy with sporadic grey hair and glasses and a permanent unsatisfied disposition.

She set it on fire, giggling.

Katara chuckled, but Tenzin blinked in shock.

"Korra, darling, no setting stuff on fire in the house," the girl's mother scolded. Her father bended snow in from outside and put out the burning doll. Korra pouted, then stood up, scooping up the Katara doll and ran towards the door.

"This is you! It's awesome! Just like you!" Korra grinned, handing it to the elderly woman, who graciously accepted it with a smile. She looked up at Tenzin, her blue eyes curious. "Who're you?"

"Korra, this is my son, Tenzin," Katara introduced the girl.

"You've got something on your head," Korra said with a frown, pointing to her own forehead.

"It's my tattoos," Tenzin said politely, squatting to see her eye-to-eye. "I'm an air bending master."

Tenzin jumped back as Korra suddenly slammed her feet against the ground, willing another crude doll to come from the ground. She rushed back inside and smeared dirt over it before bring it back outside and handing it to Tenzin. The doll had a serious face, a sloppy arrow going down too far down its face, and a smear that appeared to be his beard.

"That one's you," Korra explained. "He's an air bending master, but he doesn't smile much."

"Charming," Tenzin raised an eyebrow while his mother beside him smothered her laughter. "I hear you already can bend three elements," he tried.

"Uh huh! I'm the Avatar and you gotta deal with it!" She grinned, bending up a block of earth under his feet and making Tenzin stumble back. She threw a punch and a candle flame-sized ball of fire singed his beard. He put it out with his fingers while she bended the snow around her into water, which she splashed Tenzin with.

"Korra, dear, let's leave Tenzin alone," Katara said gently. "Come on, we can go play with your dolls."

As Katara took Korra's hand to go back inside, Tenzin caught her by the shoulder.

"Are you sure she's my father?" he muttered in his mother's ear while Korra looked up at them impatiently.

Katara just laughed.

A/N: Like I mentioned before, I will accept submissions for what Korra flashbacks I should do. Remember: no Republic City characters unless there's a good reason for them to be in the South Pole! -Immac