Warnings: Azula's out of characterness because she grew up differently in this universe. All the drabbles are connected to each other, and while some of them are out of order, I don't believe it's so confusing that you won't be able to catch on. However I would be more than happy to answer any questions you guys may have.


071. Snow

Azula was five years old in a foreign land. It was the first time she had ever seen snow, and she hated it. She wanted to go back home-to her father. She would even tolerate her brother if it meant leaving the frozen wasteland that's imprisoned her.

"Hey what's your name?" the little boy with blue eyes asked her.

"I am Azula, Princess of the Fire Nation," she introduced proudly. She would not cower before her people's enemies. They think they could get away with kidnapping her in order to blackmail her people-but they were wrong. The Fire Nation will bring their full force upon this small icy island and bring her back home, where she belonged.

"I'm Sokka, Prince of the Southern Tribe," he beamed. "My dad says you're going to be our guest for awhile."

She glared but seemed to have lost her voice. She refused to be here "for awhile." However weeks turned into months, and months turned into years. Her country, her family did not bargain for her-they did not rescue her; eventually, Azula was no longer treated as an honored guest and became one of the many household keepers. She was forced to adapt to the snow and call the frigid island home.

072. Sakura

Sokka jumped enthusicasically as he passed the trial-he was officially a man. He couldn't wait to tell Azula, and he rushed to the palace as soon as possible. Over the years, Azula and Sokka grew to become friends-getting over their initial animosity toward each other (it wasn't easy though). It was so odd he could get along so well with a girl. He thought that it would be Azula and Katara who would eventually become best friends, but it wasn't so; they barely tolerated each other. "Azula!" he ran toward the kitchen, knowing that she was on duty in the kitchen that day. However, when he arrived there, he was suprised to see that she wasn't there. "Where is she?" he asked, concerned.

"Your Highness, Azula wasn't feeling well. She's in her room."

He became worried and swiftly ran to her room, hurriedly asking her if she was all right. He realized that as the years passed for the both of them, Azula's room was getting smaller. He panted, and Azula sat up on the bed-seemingly annoyed.

"Of course I am idiot," she answered, wiping her face. "What do you want?"

"I passed!" he beamed. Azula smiled and they embraced each other.

"Really? How was it? Tell me all about-"

"Are you crying?" he stopped her. There was no fire in her room and she seemed to have closed the windows, affording them little light. However, her eyes were glistening and her cheeks looked wet.

"Don't be silly," she answered defensively.

"Are you mad you couldn't come?" he pried, knowing that she was lying to him about not crying.

Azula looked away, angry. "Yes...no...yes and no. But I'm not crying because of that meathead."

"Hey!" he cried. "Then why are you crying?"

"I miss home," she answered softly. "It's spring time...and the weather here always stays the same. It's supposed to be sunny and warm...I miss...the Fire Nation." She missed her family-but she hated them for what they did to her. They allowed to be kept her as a prisoner-as a servant. They didn't even try to come for, they didn't negogiate for her freedom, they just allowed her to be kept in the South Pole. "Every spring...the cherry blossoms would bloom and my mom would take my brother and me to the festival."

Sokka looked on bewildered. Azula told him plenty of stories about the Fire Nation, about her family and how everything was like in that small nation of hers. He knew that she began to miss everything about it-little to big things, even things she once hated or didn't care for. He sat on the bed next to her and wrapped his arm around her, "Don't worry Azula. One day, I'll take you to a place where things grow. That's a promise."

073. Charm

"What's wrong with you?" Sokka huffed. "You don't have to work today. Why don't you want to come with me."

"I'm sorry," she began bitterly, "if I have better things to do than watch you charm your way with that poor excuse for a princess!"

"Hey! That's not nice Azula! Princess Yue is a really nice, pretty, and smart girl!" he wondered why she was being so harsh toward Yue. "And besides, a prince should be charming-especially toward a princess. It's my job."

She laughed, "Ha! Well you're not charming toward me at all. After all, I may be in rags, but I am still a princess by my own right."

"Are you jealous?" he teased. He knew she wasn't-why would she be? "Come on, I just want you to meet her. You're my best friend and you should meet the girl who may become my wife one day."

Azula fumed. "You barely know her and you're going to take her in as your wife? Besides, she's heir to a throne herself, you can't marry her when you're going to inherit too!"

Sokka shrugged.

"Hmph," Azula frowned "Once you and her get married, I'll bet you'll forget all about me. You'll throw me away like a used toy."

Sokka's eyes bulged. "Is that what you're worried about?"

Azula kept her mouth shut. Sokka was her only friend, and the thought of him abandoning her brought terrible feelings to her heart. She rolled her eyes when Sokka laughed at her.

"That's silly! Like I'd forget about you! You're my best friend Azula," he laughed. "Even when I get married, you'll still be my best friend-I won't forget you and I'll make sure you won't either."

074. Lips

There were certain things that made becoming a man uncomfortable for Sokka and that was his inability to resist looking at Azula's lips. She was trying on girly things-putting paint on her lips and powdering her face. Apparently the other household servants were teaching her things like that. Most of them were from the Fire Nation-captives just like she was-so Azula found herself relating to them. Not to mention, they were the only ones to treat her like the princess she really was. They never forgot that, and I'm sure they never allowed Azula to forget that either. However, he found to them to be a bad influence on his friend.

"How about this color Sokka?" she asked innocently.

"I don't know," he grumbled. "I don't care...I'm not a girl! Ask one of them!" He buried his head onto a pillow.

"You know," she frowned, "when you go shopping and take forever, I don't rush you-I help you pick out things. Why can't you do this for me?"

"Why do you need to wear make up anyway?" he inquired. "Where are you going?" He lifted his head from the pillow and opened his eyes. She was wearing a crimson color that matched her country's flag, and her light complexion and dark hair complemented it. This will go away, he repeated to himself over and over again. She's pretty, I already knew that. She's my best friend-I can't be thinking about her like this. It's wrong!

Unfortunately, it wasn't going away. These feelings for Azula were becoming more intense over the past few months-sometime after Azula's 15th birthday. He was hating it because they were friends, and he was starting to see her in a different light. Seeing Azula in a different light wasn't bad, however, it made Sokka more possessive of Azula. He hated being jealous and irritated at his older friends for commenting on Azula's looks or intelligence. He hated the thought of her leaving him.

"Sokka? Hello?" Azula moved closer to her friend. "Are you there?"

And before he knew it, their lips were touching.

075. Home

"Don't you dare forget who you are!" her once-caretaker chided her. "You're a princess of the Fire Nation and you're not meant to live here. None of us are!"

"But-"

"You'd rather see your own people enslaved like this? Servants to these savages who took us from our home?"

"They've not been unkind to us," she fought back, futile. She spoke the truth; whatever houses that had Fire Nation slaves, they were not mistreated. She would have known, they would have informed her. She and the rest of them lived in the palace, well fed and well clothed. How could she complain when they could have done much worst-especially to her? She was useless to them, they could have drowned her in the frozen ocean but they didn't. None of her subjects were tortured, and she actually befriended the prince.

"You've gotten soft-weak in fact!" she hissed, trying to keep her voice low. "Your people are slaves and you don't even care; you're a slave and you don't care. Don't you want to return home to where Agni always shines on us? To the warmth of our nation? Or is that prince of yours such a good lover that you'd forsake your home, your country, your subjects, and your family to be his whore?

Azula slapped the elder woman. "Don't you dare speak to me in that manner," she said quietly. "I am not anyone's whore. He loves me and cares for me-unlike my so-called family." And she loved him.

"As a princess," the elderly woman would not be silenced. "It's your duty to serve your people-and to serve your people you will free them. Even if it means forsaking your heart. Use his 'love' for you to your advantage."

"What are you asking me to do?"

The woman took out a bile, "Serve the chief and his son this bile of poison in their drinks. While everyone's concern about them-trying to heal them, we'll flee."

"You can't ask this of me-"

"Then you're not worthy to be your father's daughter."

076. Carpet

"Are these carpets the finest in your land?" she mocked. "It's ridiculous."

"You wouldn't be saying that if you were freezing cold. Your carpets made out of thread serve no purpose but to look pretty. At least these are warm." Sokka rolled his eyes. He wondered when this brat would finally be going home to her parents. His father told him any time soon, and to try to be a good person and tolerate her-but sometimes the girl just annoyed him.

"It's not even crafty," she retorted. "It's fur of an animal."

"Azula don't you have something else to do? Why don't you go bother my sister or something." Sokka calmed himself and told himself that she was a girl. A true man doesn't hurt a girl-emotionally or physically. He rolled his eyes, Azula would probably kick him while he was down-she was no proper lady. He wouldn't mind duking it out with her right now.

"Because it's more fun to torture you," Azula smirked.

077. Confusion

Azula gazed at her reflection. She was forced to choose between two worlds, two different people, and two different kinds of love. She didn't want to admit it-she never wanted to feel this way, however she's grown fond of the snow. She adapted to the constant cold weather, the dark winters, and the frigid island. It was her home. The South Pole was now her home. However, the Fire Nation was once her home and her people still longed for it. They, unlike her, could not call this place a home. Her caretaker was right, it wasn't right to be selfish when she was the princess. She had a duty to protect them and set them free. She doesn't want them to enslaved. However, she had a duty to Sokka as well. He was her best friend, her lover, and she loved him more than anything. She cursed herself for having a weak heart that fell for him and his home. She chided herself, thinking the hardest decision she ever had to make was figuring out Sokka's love for her and vise versa.

"What's troubling you child?" the Chief's mother asked.

"Nothing Lady Kana," she bit the inside of her cheek. "I'm just daydreaming."

She contemplated the time when she first time she came to the South Pole, the first time she met Sokka and his family, the first time Sokka and her fought, the first time she realized that Sokka and her clung to each other like glue despite being irritated by one another-maybe even hating each other, and the first time they acknowledged each other as friends. She wondered how she could become friends with an enemy and then later fall in love with him. Azula knew that she started out hanging onto Sokka because he was the only one that was her age that she found amusing to tease-she was dependent on him because she was in a foreign land and he wasn't unapproachable, however, why did Sokka allow her hang onto him like so? She irritated him as well-and while she had an excuse, he did not. He could have gotten rid of her. But he didn't.

"You know Azula," Kana began, as she continued to sew her granddaugher's jacket. "My grandson always did feel obligated to take care of you, and somewhere along the way he also wanted to befriend you. I'm glad his wish came true."

078. Noise

Chief Hakoda walked the quiet halls of the palace, looking for his daughter and mother. Apparently the girls had a surprise for him, and Bato wouldn't clue him in. He stopped in front of the small libary of the palace though when he heard noises inside. He looked inside and found his son sitting a chair. "Son? What are you doing?"

"Catching up on my reading," Sokka smiled at his father. "What's up?"

"Have you looked in the mirror lately?"

"No, why?"

"You have lipstick all over your face-red in fact. Kinda funny, it looks like the color Azula wears on the few times she does where them." Hakoda was tapping his foot, his arms were crossed.

Sokka stuttered and cursed himself. He was no longer going to kiss Azula while she was still wearing make up. "I-uh-uh-I-uh...we were just kissing I swear!" He and Azula weren't going to do anything more...

Unfortunately the kissing noises led to louder noises in the household. "Are you insane?" Katara's voice reached a new octave. Hakoda pinched the bridge of his nose, now he had to deal with his son and Azula together along with making sure there wasn't a riot in his home.

079. Corset

Sokka and Azula's first time-or at least what should have been their first time ever and with each other-didn't go exactly as they planned it. The blue-eyed boy rolled his eyes, "What girls would torture themselves over this? Not only does it look painful to have your insides squeezed in, but it's difficult to take off."

Azula huffed and crossed her arms in front of her. "Well maybe women such as myself wouldn't have to wear such appalling things if they could a man's attention with their natural figure."

Sokka looked at her, "You got my attention long before this-unless you're trying to get someone else's attention."

"Hmph," Azula lied down and sighed. "Maybe it's just a plain old sign we're not ready."

"We're 16 years old...and I'll be 17 soon enough. We're old enough to get married. I think we're ready."

"Such a guy thing to say," Azula was exasperated."I don't like wearing these, so maybe I won't anymore."

"Well if you do continue to wear them," because Sokka was in no position (ever or will ever be) to tell her what to do, "then at least teach me how to take them off of you."

080. Twilight

Sokka held Azula in his arms as his body begged him to sleep. "Azula..." he said lazily. "Will you marry me?"

Azula was in shock, she never imagined that Sokka would ask such a thing of her. She willed herself to look up at him and look into his eyes to see if he was joking or lying-but by the time she got the courage to, he was already asleep. She didn't know what would happen to her after this night, she didn't know how she could face him again. It was the end...

She had already set in motion a plan that would rescue her people away from the South Pole; and although they begged her to accompany them, she couldn't and wouldn't. She had planned to stay in the Southern Water Tribe and face Sokka's wrath and a certain death that she was sure awaited her, at his people's hands.


A/N: I wrote this a long time ago, even before the whole "Sokkla Star Wars" thing. It was born out of my love for the play Aida, which I've never seen performed live but I read the story and quickly fell in love. This is my favorite storyline out of the AUs I've done, and I always thought about going through with a full length fanfiction-but I could never get enough storyline going on to go through with it. Not to mention, I suck at being able to complete long fics.

Anyways, as for what happened to Azula...you decide...until next chapter. XD Reviews would be great.