flame
Of the elements Korra had mastered thus far, fire was her favorite.
Fire fell to her will even quicker than earth did, though all three of them had been relatively simple. Water was her first, of course, but fire was the one that felt right. It unsettled her masters more than any of them was willing to admit. Katara never seemed worried though, and for that Korra was grateful.
Was it really any wonder, then, that the first boy she'd fall for in Republic City would be a fire bender?
What was most mystifying, however, was the fact that he was, by every stereotype in the book, a water bender. Calm, cool-headed, fluid. They were polar opposites in many ways and this was only emphasized by the many arguments they got into on a daily basis.
But really, it couldn't be helped. Korra wasn't so thick that she could ignore that little niggling thing in her chest that squirmed when they were fighting, training, close. It was a flame of its own and it would not be extinguished, no matter how hard she tried to douse it out.
There were spans of time, during that torturous separate closeness, where fire wasn't her favorite anymore.
She'd realized that fire could burn.