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...Introduction...

Thousands of years ago, when Tui and La still walked the Spirit World, another spirit existed among these three. Ull-the ice spirit. Ull was represented by a powerful man of the water tribe, his clothes deep like La. He was widely known in history to first sculpt the icebergs from the ocean. Exactly one thousand years ago, Tui and Ull bore a child. The child was named Tamayuki, meaning "Spirit Snow". This is the story of Tamayuki, a spirit growing up in the time of the newest avatar, Aang, and her journey walking the human world, finding her own destiny, and falling in love.

...End...

...4 years ago...

"Momma, momma wake up!" Sokka said, shaking the warm coat of his mother. Kya stirred and looked at her eldest child.

"What is it?" She asked with a yawn.

"I had that dream again." He said, his blue eyes wide.

"Of what?" She asked, looking over to his slumbering sister.

"The little girl, inside the iceberg. But this time she was glowing, one minute, I could see through her, and then the next, she was hard, like me or you momma." He said, sitting up and pulling the blanket around his shoulders.

"What?" Kya asked, raising a brow.

"Like she was mist one minute, then she was ice. But she was never mist, and she was never ice. She was like a ghost, then she was a person." Sokka mumbled, poking his mother's arm.

Kya sat up and pushed her dark hair away from her blue eyes. "Have I ever told you the story of Ull?" She asked suddenly.

Sokka looked up at his mother, a spark of curiosity in his big blue eyes. "Tell me mama, please." He said, tugging on her long coat slightly.

Kya pulled him onto her lap and hugged him close. "Well, once, long ago, Tui and La, the moon and ocean spirits, had another companion. His name was Ull, the ice spirit. At one time, Tui and Ull fell in love, but the child wasn't born until Tui left for the human world to accompany La. This child was named Tamayuki, which means "Spirit Snow." The description you've given of her so many times sounds vaguely familiar to that of Tamayuki." She said, looking down at the boy.

"Maybe." He yawned, crawling off of her lap and back to his blankets. "Goodnight mama." He yawned and turned over, going back to sleep.

...End Flashback...

Sokka was 11, Katara was 9. It had been a few years since he had any dreams about the little girl among the icebergs. Katara had almost forgot about those nights when he would lay awake sleepless. Kya had kept the drawings he used to make of the little girl, but hid them away, so she wouldn't remind him about the visions he once had.

Hakoda, Sokka's father, burst into the igloo where Sokka sat with Katara. "Dad?" Sokka asked, looking up at him with a puzzled face.

"There's a child! Some of my men found her on an ice floe* just off the coast. Kya agreed that you should see her, something about your old dreams?" Hakoda exclaimed before rushing out to find the elders of the tribe.

"Sokka, the girl from your dreams?" Katara asked, looking up from the doll grasped between her hands. Sokka stood with a nod and rushed after his father, his heart and mind racing.

Meanwhile, the young girl sat up, her loose and wild hair falling over her shoulders. White streaks curled around her face as she looked up at the man standing above her. "What's your name, little one?" He asked, holding out a gloved hand.

The girl was pale and petite. Her skin was as white as the inside of a shell that had bleached in the sun. Her eyes were a piercing blue and her fingernails were pale blue. She wore only a thin sky blue dress with long, kimono-like sleeves. She wore no shoes, but surpisingly she didn't seem to mind the cold.

Kanna held out a thick, furry coat to the girl. "Here my child, put it on before you fall ill." She said with a loving smile. The girl blinked and slid back, looking at the coat up and down.

"But I'm not cold." She said with a hint of defiance. There was something odd and backward about the girl.

Sokka rushed out and stopped a few feet from the girl. The two locked eyes instantly as Sokka peered at the mysterious girl. She blinked as she watched him stare at her. "Sokka, don't stare." Kanna whispered and tapped the back of his head.

The girl slowly walked up to Katara and smiled at her. "Do you think you could help me braid my hair?" She asked. Her voice was soft, but sweet in a different and odd way. Sokka had never heard a voice like hers before.

Katara grinned and took her by the hand. "Come on!" She said and ran off with the new girl.

Hakoda looked at his mother and raised a brow. Kya walked up behind Sokka and kissed his head. "What do you think?" She asked. Sokka shrugged and looked up to his mother.

"She looks alot like her. But the crazy hair isn't like what I saw in my dreams." Sokka said and walked to find his sister and the girl.

"So, what's your name?" Katara asked as she fixed the girl's hair as she requested.

She bit her lip and fiddled with her fingers. "Tamayuki..but you can call me Yuki." She said quickly, hoping not to add any suspicions to herself.

"That's like the spirit baby from the stories Mom used to tell my brother and I." Katara laughed, examining the white hair.

"Oh." Tamayuki said, remembering vaguely the visions she had once of a boy calling out her name.

"What's wrong with your hair?" Katara asked suddenly as she pulled it back into the loops as Yuki requested.

"I was born like this." She replied and touched the braids.

Katara raised a brow. Of course it wasn't natural, everyone knew that. You required white hair from old age. Now she was becoming suspicious. Suddenly Sokka walked in and stopped once he saw the new hairstyle. "Tamayuki?" He asked in a whisper.

She looked up from her fingers and blinked. Katara stared at her brother. "How do you know her name?" She questioned, suspicions rising.

"I, uh," Sokka glanced over at Tamayuki, "I asked her back on the ice floe" He finished. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked up to Katara.

"Oh." Katara muttered as she finally finished the braids.

Now she looked exactly like the little girl from Sokka's dreams. She was dressed in a light blue ankle-length dress, no shoes, no gloves, hair in a long braid down the side, four white hair-loops-two on each side, and big bright blue eyes. Katara looked out and saw her mother walking about.

"Bye Yuki, bye Sokka!" Katara waved as she went out to walk with her mother.

After Katara left, Yuki turned to Sokka. "What is your name?" She asked after a moment of silence.

Sokka, startled by the silence, blinked at her. "Huh?" He replied quickly.

She sighed and touched one of the loops of snow-white hair. "What is your name?" Tamayuki asked again, looking at him.

"I, uh, I'm Sokka." He finally managed to say. The young girl nodded and looked down at her light blue fingernails.

"You already know who I am, I see." She muttered without looking up. Sokka bit his lip and shrugged.

"I've seen you in my dreams before, but that was a long time ago." He replied with a shrug.

Tamayuki stood and flexed her toes. "My mother is in this world Sokka. I need you to help me find her." She said out of the blue once again.

"What do you mean?" Sokka asked breathlessly.

"I need you to take me to the Northern Water Tribe."