𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒: bnha x atla

⌞𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋⌝

𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐐, the general and crown prince of the Northern Water Tribe, and Azula, princess of the Fire Nation, stared each other down dangerously like a pair of apex predators. The air between them crackled with tension, the icy chill of Iluliaq's aura clashing with the intense heat radiating from Azula.

Azula's lips curved into a mocking smile. "You must be the Northern Prince, Iluliaq." She said, her voice laced with venom. "I've heard tales of your icy prowess. Tell me, do you melt in the presence of true power?"

Iluliaq's cold blue eyes narrowed, his expression as frosty as the glaciers of his homeland. "I've heard of your penchant for cruelty, Princess Azula. It seems the rumors didn't do you justice. You're even more insufferable in person."

Azula's eyes flared with fire, but she maintained her composure. "Insufferable? It's amusing to hear that from someone who hides behind his ice walls. Tell me, does that cold exterior hide a heart as frozen as your homeland?"

Iluliaq's gaze was unyielding. "I assure you, princess, my heart is as cold and unyielding as the glaciers that shaped it. Now, are we here to trade insults or to fight?"

Azula's smile widened, her fingers twitching with anticipation. "Oh, I think a fight is inevitable, don't you? Let's see if your ice can withstand the heat."

Without another word, Azula launched a stream of blue flames toward Iluliaq. He responded with a swift, fluid motion, raising a wall of ice that absorbed the fire's impact. The ice hissed and steamed but held firm.

"Is that all you've got, princess?" Iluliaq taunted, his voice calm and composed. "I expected more from the daughter of the Fire Lord."

Azula's eyes blazed with fury as she intensified her attacks, flames dancing around her in a deadly display of power. Iluliaq remained serene, his movements precise and calculated. He manipulated the water around him, creating a vortex that swirled with deadly intent.

"You think you can intimidate me with your parlor tricks?" Azula sneered, dodging the icy tendrils that lashed out at her.

Iluliaq's face remained impassive. "I don't need to intimidate you, Azula. I just need to defeat you."

Their battle raged on, a clash of fire and ice, each attack more ferocious than the last. Azula's flames roared with intensity, but Iluliaq's ice was relentless, countering her every move with chilling precision.

Finally, with a swift, graceful motion, Iluliaq froze the ground beneath Azula's feet, causing her to slip. In that moment of vulnerability, he struck, encasing her in a prison of ice. Azula struggled against her icy bonds, but Iluliaq's control was absolute.

"Enough!" Azula spat, her voice cold and furious. "You've made your point."

Iluliaq's cold blue eyes bore into hers. "Have I? Or are you finally willing to listen?"

Azula's gaze was defiant, but there was a flicker of something else—curiosity. "What do you want, Prince Iluliaq?"

Iluliaq's expression softened slightly, though his demeanor remained as cold as ever. "We have a common enemy. Your father. He ordered the siege against my tribe, the siege that killed my sister. And you—you want his throne."