The bitter winds sting his face, but Zuko doesn't mind. His parka, steel gray and trimmed with gold, staves off the worst of it. Besides, any amount of cold is worth it to see Katara here, surrounded by her element and her people.
At the South Pole, they can let their titles fall away. At the South Pole, they can just be human.
"Are you sure you want to spar with a master waterbender on a glacier?" she calls, grinning at him across the snow. "Again?"
Zuko smiles and takes his stance. "I'll always be sure about that, Master Katara."