And it was over.

Zuko took time to help her move during the week and on Saturday, Sokka closed up the Ice Blossom and drove the big truck to move the pieces she couldn't break down. In the evening, as she washed away their sore muscles, they all sat at Katara's kitchen table and shared the various cartons of take out.

They ate by candlelight as the electric company had not switched over her account like she asked.

It was awkward for more than that, as they all knew what the next day was.

Katara's summer was over, though there was still a week left before her classes began. All of them were about to head up to the North Pole for the Avatar's debut and, even worse, the Fire Lord was coming along.

They slept over and in the morning, they went together to the airport. Despite the impending three day ordeal, their luggage was light. All of their fancy attire would already be there and waiting for them.

Flying to the North Pole was a lot easier for Katara, mostly due to the fact that they boarded a private plane. Iroh met them at the airport, coordinating with Zuko about when they would be meeting up with Azula and the Fire Lord.

The thought that she would soon be face to face with the man behind her mother's death was, for the lack of a better word, odd. The degrees of separation between the Fire Lord's order and Kya's death passed through so many people, it was difficult for Katara to connect the two. Still, having to meet him made her feel queasy.

Everything was moving so fast, and Katara took her first breath of the day on the plane. It was as if the past few weeks had swept by her in a gust of wind. Her head spinning, Katara gripped her armrests and tried to focus on the small porthole window.

Hopefully the next five days would pass quickly and without incident.

Multiple cars were parked on the tarmac and their plane taxied slowly over to them. A stairway was wheeled over and as the door to the plane opened, the cars similarly opened. Most of them were guards, but Hakoda stepped out of one, smoothing down the sleeves of his parka.

"Hey, there they are!" Hakoda greeted as Sokka and Suki emerged from the plane. "Let me see my soon to be daughter-in-law!"

Katara followed after them and watched as Suki hugged her father. She hesitated before walking over and was distracted by a loud calling. Looking around, Katara finally peered upward, shielding her eyes from the sun still clinging to the horizon.

A Sky Bison banked and landed in a turn, facing the rest of them and stomping some of its tree trunk legs.

"Hi Katara!" Rohan's voice bellowed from over the Sky Bison's head. There was a flurry of orange as multiple people jumped down using their airbending.

Still breathing, Katara smiled. It didn't seem likely that the time would pass slowly now.

It was dark when Zuko found her.

A dinner was being held for just the guests of honor, and drinks were being served. The Avatar was in conversation with Arnook and Tenzin, while the Fire Lord was standing with her father, Iroh, and Azula. It was too much and, with dinner still yet to be called, she had to escape.

It was the end of summer, so the North Pole was heading quickly into the dark season. The sun was only up for a few hours and lingered at the horizons, but evening fell quickly. So it wasn't surprising that Katara stood in twinkling darkness before suppertime.

"I am not used to it being this dark but not feeling tired." Zuko said as he walked up to her. Most of the building was made of wood and stone, but the balcony was pure ice. Zuko looked uneasy as he stepped on it, despite the grit the architect had added.

"It's worse when the sun doesn't go down at all. My bending is all out of wack then." Katara replied.

"Sounds like Firebender perfection."

"Don't like the moon?"

"I prefer the ocean."

Katara rolled her eyes and turned, crossing her arms on the railing just as Zuko stood next to her. He, like every other Firebender that came to the Poles, was dressed lightly. It was a mark of weakness if they needed arctic clothing, and while Katara understood that their inner fire kept them warm, it also greatly annoyed her.

It was as if they were saying they were better suited to living in her home than she was.

"So the Avatar seems nice?" Zuko offered. Katara glanced back briefly and nodded.

"She is. She definitely seems interested in being your friend." She said.

"It surprised me too. I wasn't prepared for her to get political so quickly." Zuko replied. "But she wants Azula to teach her firebending."

"You're kidding!" Katara scoffed and Zuko smiled.

"It makes sense. If she cozies up to me, it gives me a leg-up on the global stage. But by having Azula be her teacher, she doesn't risk ticking off my father too much." He explained.

"About him…"

"What?"

"Does he always look like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like he has a rod jammed up his backside but instead of taking it out, he just gets offended that you haven't impaled yourself?"

A laugh burst from Zuko and he quickly covered his mouth.

"That is definitely one way to put it." He said.

"I can find other ways." Katara offered and Zuko chuckled.

"I'd rather you not." He said.

They stood in silence, looking out over the snowy courtyard. Everywhere she looked was snow and ice. With no humidity, the lampposts and streetlights didn't glow, but stood like beacons of crisp white brilliance. The snow and ice itself glowed, coloring the light blue.

When it got truly dark, people would begin to carry around lanterns that were as old as their tribe.

"I hate being here." Katara said suddenly and Zuko faced her.

"As in tonight or just in general?" He asked.

"In general." She shook her head and tucked some of her hair behind an ear. "It reminds me of horrible things, yet I spend all of my time needing to go to the Oasis."

"Then let's go." Zuko said.

"And skip dinner?" Katara asked.

"Let's cause a scandal. I don't really want to eat with my father." He replied. Smiling, Katara took his hand.

"We can be quick." She said and pulled up a massive ice ramp from the snow on the ground.

Katara raced them both around the palace and to the high walls that guarded the Oasis. Out of respect, Zuko insisted they use the door and the guards let them pass. It was going to be hard to deny Katara entry when she harbored a link with one of the spirits being guarded.

Zuko seemed in awe of the place and Katara watched peacefully as he walked around. She went to the pond and sat down, not looking at the fish beside her but neither was she ignoring them.

After marveling at the flora, Zuko walked to her and sat next to her.

"How do you feel?" He asked.

"Calm." Katara said with a smile. She then grinned and leaned toward him.

"Want to see something weird?" She asked. Zuko only nodded and Katara sat back, putting her hand into the pond.

She couldn't see it, but the look on Zuko's face told her what was happening.

"Whenever my link to La is active, my hair turns black." She said.

"But at the beach-" Zuko started, still staring at her hair.

"It was brief and my hair was wet, you wouldn't have noticed it." She said and then turned to look at the fish. As they swam by, Katara put out her hand and let them pass under. Their scales felt like silk.

It was while she looked down that she saw the reflection of the sky.

"Zuko." She said with a gasp and looked up, pointing as she did.

Green light spilled over the dark sky like trickles of water. The lines themselves also bled upward, illuminating a three dimensional space that made the vast sky a maw of darkness. The lights shimmered and Katara turned, lying on her back to watch them. Zuko joined her on the grass, his hands under his head.

"Now that is cool." He said.

"Everything is so beautiful here, I wish I was happier." Katara murmured.

"Are you not happy?" Zuko asked.

"I am, right now." She said and turned her face. She was looking at Zuko's scar and felt impelled to reach out. His eye fluttered, but he didn't move away and Katara lightly touched the burn. At her touch, he closed his eyes and Katara rolled onto her side.

"I think here, of all places, I could heal you." She whispered.

Zuko smiled.

"No. Right now, I'm happy too." He said.

Katara took back her hand and leaned over as he opened his eyes. Zuko reached up with one hand, putting on the back of her head as she dipped in to kiss him. As her lips met his, she turned herself, and he sat up, holding her. They curled around each other as Katara ended up with her arms around his neck; his wrapped around her middle.

As they broke apart, Katara felt her arms pull against him and he pushed her up.

"We should probably go to dinner." He murmured.

Sighing, Katara rested her forehead against his.

"Fine." She put down an arm and pushed herself up, allowing Zuko to stand.

"May I escort you, your Highness?" He asked, offering his arm.

Katara only stuck out her tongue before linking her arm with his.