AN: And now back to your regularly scheduled programming.
As an aside, I feel like Zuko's daughter would have been a major dork with human interaction just like him. So she is a reflection of this.
Requested by Jokermask18
Korra meets Zuko's daughter
Nine year-old Korra fidgeted anxiously in her new dress. She didn't like the way it felt. Her mother had brushed her hair and pulled it back special. It felt weird and foreign, like she was pretending to be someone else. The dress felt exposed; not at all ideal for bending in. She didn't understand why she had to get all gussied up for this Fire Lord person.
Her masters had praised her for her strange disguise, raving that she had never looked more beautiful in the clothes that felt like someone else's skin. She'd merely pouted and wrinkled her noses at their compliments, resisting the impulse to burn their eyebrows off to teach them a lesson.
"Stand up straight, Korra." One of the members of the White Lotus reprimanded. She had her arms crossed over her chest, her pout growing more and more pronounced with each passing second.
"When is this Fire Lord person gonna get here, anyway? We've been standing here forever." She complained loudly to anyone within earshot (which for Korra was a rather large radius).
"Ah, this looks to be her now." Katara said peacefully next to her. Korra looked up at the elder woman, taking in the nostalgic look on her face. "You know, Korra, the first time I saw a fire nation ship it was plowing through my village." Something sad came to the lines of Katara's mouth, but it vanished quickly. Korra followed her line of sight to the ship sliding quick and controlled into the harbor.
The ship was incredible: black and red and chugging out steam and smoke. It must've been as large as the entire White Lotus compound—maybe bigger. Against her better judgment, Korra found her mouth dropping open in awe. "Whoa."
A plank dropped from the docked ship and a party of officials came streaming off it, all of them donned in a violent vermillion. They were a stark contrast to the white of the snow and ice. Korra found she couldn't look away.
"It's good to see you again, Ursa." Katara smiled warmly; it was the same smile she often wore when any of her children came to visit. Korra liked seeing that look on her face.
The party of crimson-clad officials stopped before the line of White Lotus members. In the middle of them stood a woman of perhaps fifty, her hair pulled up in a topknot with a golden flame protruding from it. Korra blinked at the impending woman. She was uncommonly beautiful, despite her age. She seemed to carry power in her very being. This must've been the Fire Lord. Okay, Korra kind of liked her.
"Katara." Ursa smiled wide and beautifully, extending her arms to embrace the elder woman. She broke away quickly, however. Korra sensed that public displays of affection didn't really run in the family.
"Fire Lord Ursa, I'd like to introduce you to Avatar Korra. Korra, this is the Fire Lord." Katara gestured to Korra, her eyes passing between the younger girls. Korra stood suspended in disbelief for a moment.
It didn't last that long.
"Nice to meet you!" Korra's smile spread wide and enthusiastic. She'd forgotten how uncomfortable she'd been several moments ago. She offered Ursa a hand to shake, grinning from ear to ear.
Ursa blanched a little, looking nervous. She accepted Korra's outstretched hand timidly. Meeting people wasn't really her strong suit. "And you, Avatar."
"You can just call me Korra. Hey, that ship of yours is pretty cool. Do you think I could hitch a ride?"
Ursa blinked uncertainly at the child. "Well, I suppose so."
"Yes!" Korra cheered and without worrying about the consequences took off toward the fire nation ship at full speed.
Ursa stared after her in shock, her eyes wide and confused. "She's quite the spitfire, isn't she." She tapped her forefingers together, watching as Korra mounted the ship on a platform of ice.
A member of the White Lotus: "You have no idea."