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Ice Princess.

Asami Sato's nickname would've made more sense if she had been a figure skater, or a cold hearted bitch. But she wasn't a figure skater, and she didn't think of herself as cold hearted.

No, Asami had been mockingly given the nickname "Ice Princess" at eight years old, when her next door neighbor (and best friend) Korra had challenged Asami to play hockey against her. Asami had raised her eyebrow. She'd heard of one-on-one basketball, but not one-on-one hockey.

But she had coerced her, saying, "C'mon Asami! It'll be fun! Hey, if you score one goal against me, I won't laugh at all your weird car obsession anymore!" Then she puffed out her chest, which was hilarious on a nine year old girl, and Asami agreed to the terms.

Coincidentally, Asami scored three goals against her before it turned into an all-out wrestling match on the ice (and that lying jerk still didn't stop making fun of her car posters and magazines). And after that day, when Korra walked home with her, just before she walked in her front door, Korra told her, "G'night Ice Princess."

And the nickname stuck like glue.

Even when Korra went all the way from playing hockey on the weekends with her dad Tonraq to the pros. Asami hadn't even known there was professional women's hockey teams. Of course, by that time, Asami always had her nose stuck in an engine, and didn't have much time for TV.

But still, she always watched Korra's games.

And Korra would call afterward, saying, jokingly, "Yo Ice Princess! How's being a mechanic working out for ya? Bet you're making millions on the daily!"

And Asami would smirk and reply, "Oh you know it. How are those head blows and missing teeth treating you?"

Asami could practically feel Korra's grin through the phone as she said, "Getting an implant and ice pack tomorrow."

Pro Hockey had Korra constantly traveling, so Asami didn't see her very often. She certainly didn't see anyone coming while she was bent over a very important engine repair on a very expensive car that belonged to a very expensive customer.

So she was lucky she'd finished the job not three seconds before she felt arms encircle her waist. Otherwise she would've jumped three feet in the air.

Before Asami could bust out a can of whoop-ass on whoever it was behind her, a very familiar voice whispered in her ear, "What's up Ice Princess?"

Asami grinned and turned to greet her old friend. "Aside from the spider living in the ceiling fan, the same old same old."

Korra reached up and rapidly tapped her fingers on Asami's arm, mimicking crawling. "Don't tell me you're scared of the spider," Korra said.

Asami scoffed. "Of course not. But if that spider falls into this engine, he could screw something up."

Korra smirked. "You're scared of the spider."

"Terrified," Asami conceded.

It was silent for a moment, before Korra spoke up.

"So I've been thinking," Korra began.

"You thinking? Well damn, the apocalypse is coming." Asami said.

Korra rolled her eyes. "I've been thinking about... Stuff..."

Asami raised an eyebrow. "Stuff?" Asami repeated.

"Well," Korra said, "I've really been missing you... And I uh... Wanted to come see you because this is really bothering me and..."

"Korra spit it out," Asami said, growing impatient.

"IreallylikeyouandIthinkweshouldbetogether!" Korra stammered.

Asami bit her lip. She knew how to decifer Korra's word vomit. "So, um, how long have you felt this way?" Asami asked.

"Since we were teenagers," Korra said sheepishly. "But it's not like you have to like me back! I just wanted you to know! We can totally still be friends if you-,"

"Korra," Asami said, "Shut up."

And then, surprising them both, Asami kissed her.

And kept kissing her.

She'd have to add a cracked windshield and fingernail marks in the seats of the car she was working on to the list of repairs to be made.