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Oh, Wow. You're Short

Sokka doesn't know what he did to make the spirits hate him so much. He knows he was kinda disrespectful when he was younger, but that was years ago. Learn to let go, please. He feels like he's falling but he was just on his way to...someone? something? Was he dreaming? He opens his eyes but it seems like it's darker than it was when he had them squeezed shut. 

Then he was cold. Then wet. Was he underwater? He instinctively started treading water, but he had a head rush immediately. Being dizzy while swimming was never a good thing, let alone in freezing cold water. His silk tunic billowed around him, doing nothing to fight off the biting cold. He heard splashing near him, so he knew he must be near the surface.

He pried his eyes open, ignoring the salt burning his eyes. He looked all around, trying to orient himself. He swam towards the dim light, his head eventually breaking the surface. The air felt warm compared to the freezing water, and he took a deep breath of the stinging air.

"Sokka!" He whipped his head around. "Don't you dare!"

Sokka was so shocked at what he saw that he stopped swimming for a moment, his chin dipping under the water for a moment. There, standing on the shelf of a large iceberg, was a teenage girl. She was wearing traditional southern-style winter gear and had her hair done up with qilliqti. Next to her are two young boys. One is leaning against the iceberg, though he doesn't look very cold. He wears a style of Air Nomad robes originating from the southern temple, as Aang had told him once. He has bright blue master tattoos. The other, standing in front of the other two kids, has a kakivak half raised to throw in his general direction. He also has southern-style winter gear on, and his hair is pulled back into a neat wolf-tail.

Sokka stares in shock for a moment, and the boy that looks like him begins to raise his spear again. The Katara-look-alike shoves it back down as she pushes past him. She kneels on the edge of the ice and extends her hand out toward him.

"You need to get out of the water!"

Sokka really can't argue with that logic, and he's becoming aware that he can't feel his feet very well.

He realizes he's not the only one in the water when Katara--a grown Katara, looking the same as the last time he saw her-- beats him to the ice shelf, and Aang comes up next to him and helps him flop onto the ice.

the Young-Katara holds her hands over him in a stance he vaguely recognizes as one of her made-up waterbending stances. She pulls small amounts of water from his hair and his tunic. He, thank the spirits, began to shiver, and he pushed himself into a sitting position.

He looked out into the water and saw Appa(Appa!) floating a few meters out, looking just as confused as Sokka felt. He turned to where his friends were also sitting, looking around in confusion. Young-Katara was fretting over the three of them while the boy who looked like himself eyed the four of them suspiciously.

"I can't believe all of you fit in an iceberg, we need to get you back to the village, Gran-Gran'll flip out, is your animal--"

"Wait, get away from them!" Young-Sokka said, sounding upset. "They're Fire Nation!"

"You say that ab--"

"Look at what they're wearing!" He said, the kakivak leveled at Sokka's fire nation tunic.

"I'm just as Fire Nation as you," Sokka said, pushing the point away from him.

"Are we just gonna ignore this, then?" Katara, old-Katara, said to him.

"Do you want to? Cause I for one am OK with ignoring this,"

"How do you propose we do that?" Aang asked from where he was sprawled next to Katara.