Still don't own Legend of Korra or Anastasia! Anyways, sorry for the late update, but things happened and I actually completely forgot about most of my fanfics and crossovers until I went into my internet bookmarks and found the bookmark for and then I realized what monstrous deed I had done in neglecting them all.

So, I've decided that since I've got so many to update in such short a time (as well as the upcoming hour-long restriction with my writing source) I've had to cut down and put some of them on Hiatus. I've gone ahead with this one, so I'll keep updating what I've already written. But please remember that when I run out of prewritten chapters of mine, I will put the story on Hiatus. You'll be seeing this AN a lot - all over my fanfic updates, to be precise.

Thank you for your continued support! I will try to keep the fanfics and crossovers coming without forgetting!

"I don't get it," Anastasia murmured as Iroh helped her to her feet. "I feel as though someone else is on their way here…"

"We'll need to put up an act of sorts when they arrive," he murmured into her ear, "Follow my lead."

Their eyes widened as they saw Olga appear in the room, and Iroh had to put his finger on Anastasia's mouth to remind her to be quiet. They saw Olga throw a temper tantrum, and Iroh knew for a fact that this woman was not someone he wanted to marry at all, and wanted nothing to do with if he could help it at all.

They stared at Olga's back for a bit before turning and leaving the room, with Iroh putting an arm around Anastasia's shoulder. She realized what he was putting on, and put her right arm around his waist. For a reason Iroh couldn't pinpoint, he felt as though he wanted their two arms to stay where they were on each other's bodies for a while. Anastasia wouldn't admit it, but she felt safer when he was near her, as though she would never be attacked again.

They could feel Olga's eyes on them, and could hear her footsteps as she followed them. Her eyes widened as she saw Anastasia's legs give out from under her, and then Iroh's catching her with his other arm skillfully. She began screaming and throwing a fit, letting out a slew of insults at her sister as she saw who each one was.

"Anastasia Romanov, you get your hands off of him right now! He's too old for you! The only one who should be marrying him is Tatiana!" Olga screamed, "That man must be at least thirty-five!"

"Iroh… how old are you?" Anastasia murmured, and he blinked.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out," he smiled mischievously.

"See what I mean?!" Olga screamed, "he won't even tell you his age! He's probably not even a bender like I am! Neither of you are!"

"Iroh, how did you make that lightning before?" Anastasia asked, and Iroh's eyes lit up with interest.

"Well, it's a little complicated," he said calmly, "but I can show you when you're feeling better since we're both firebenders. You see, lightning bending for us is like metalbending for earthbenders, or in a more drastic and illegal case, bloodbending for waterbenders."

"You stuck up little bitch! How dare you get your bending before me!" Olga screamed, "I knew it! you're always nothing more than a spoiled brat! He'll probably just put it off and keep egging you onwards and not teach you until you've had sex with him and brought dishonor on our family's name! you should go marry some common earthbender street rat like you deserve!"

"Iroh… what am I to you?" Anastasia asked looking up at him as he set her in her bed to rest.

"The only female outside of my family to have ever been able to call herself one of my closest, and most trusted, friends," he replied evenly. "And I'm still pondering on that as well. Why? What am I to you?"

"I'm not sure," she murmured, "But I'll tell you when I figure it out."

"I look forward to your reply," he smiled gently as he put his hand on her forehead and began running his fingers gently through her bangs. "Your eyes remind me of the ocean and sky – as free and strong willed as the elements, and just as hard to control."

"See what I mean, you idiot little sister?" Olga screamed, "He hates you! He's telling you you're as bad as the elements! Ditch him and go for some street rat in Republic City! at least there you'll know that he won't abandon you like this one will!"

"May I be of assistance, Prince Iroh?" Lee asked as he knocked on Anastasia's slightly-ajar door.

Iroh nodded at Lee and scooted off to the side somewhat as he heard Olga's astonished gasp of surprise at his title.

"Get your filthy mitts off of my man, you brat, Anastasia!" Olga screamed as Anastasia put her hand out for Iroh to take. "He's mine! I'm the one who deserves to be the princess and future queen, not you! You've never been the oldest, you don't deserve him! He's mine, all mine, and you need to get away from him before I force you so far away from him that you won't know what hit you!"

"Iroh," Anastasia rasped wearily as he wet a rag and placed it gently on her forehead.

"Shh, Anya," he said gently, "I'm right here. I'm not leaving you, I promise, no matter what anyone in either of our families says."

"You fool! He's mine!" Olga screamed angrily, and Iroh looked directly at her and shot her a glare so defiant that she paled. "You can see me…"

"Anya, your older sister wouldn't happen to be about five years older than you, would she?" Iroh asked, and Anastasia looked up at him with feverish blue eyes.

She croaked out a reply, but it was cut off in a fit of coughing. Lee rushed out to bring the young woman some water, and Olga's screaming began anew as Iroh lifted Anastasia up gently to help her get the drink that she so desperately needed.

"Stop it, you fool Anastasia! Don't you see that I'm the rightful heir to papa's throne by default as the oldest?!" Olga screamed, and her sister's coughing worsened. "Stop faking it, you little brat! Stop it! Stop it, STOP IT!"

"It's alright, Anya, Lee's on his way with water," Iroh soothed as Anastasia's coughing turned into ragged wheezing. "Just a little longer."

"Iroh," Anastasia rasped through a wheeze as she felt the air in her lungs freeze up.

"No, no, no, Anya," Iroh said quickly as she began to stop breathing as she struggled for air through her coughing fit. "Breathe, Anya!"

"Prince Iroh, the water," Lee said quickly as he raced in with the tray.

"Thank you, Lee," Iroh said quickly as he poured a glass and put it to Anastasia's lips. "Anya, I need you to drink this. It will help, I promise."

She began drinking after finally managing to choke out a breath, and the tension in her lungs and chest seemed to ease a little as she drank the cold water. She felt the heat in the room increase triple-fold as she lay back onto the bed and the last thing she felt was Iroh's fingers making their way to intertwine with hers gently.

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