Avatar: The Last Airbender One-shots

Icebergs, Icebergs, and More Icebergs (Part 1)

***A/N: Hi!! Thanks for getting this far! This one is basically me writing episode 1 in Katara's point of view. I tried to make this as accurate as possible, so I'm sorry if it's a little boring. And please,please,please comment on what I can do better! I want to make these stories more enjoyable to you guys! If you have any suggestions on scenes or ideas you want me to try, you can also comment those. Everything is welcome! Once again, all of this was created by the amazing Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko. Enjoy!***

Katara was frustrated. No, scratch that, she was furious. 

The day had started off just as any other day had. Fresh snow coating the ground, temperatures below freezing, and the nice warm sun shining down on the little village.

 Neighbors silently went about their chores, and kids ran around, making snow angels just like they had been doing for years. Everything was exactly as it should be, exactly as it had been, which was the first thing that ruined her day.

 Katara had grown so tired of seeing the same snow wall, ocean, and sky every single day for her entire life. She ached to explore, but ever since her mother died and her father went off to war, she had been grounded.

 She yearned to see what the world was like. How grass felt beneath her feet, how the sand would run through her fingers. But all she had been given was snow. Big, humongous piles of snow. 

That morning, Gran Gran woke Katara up, shoving a pile of clothes that needed to be washed into her tired arms. Katara had sleepily accepted it, putting on her coat and trudging down to the sea's edge to wash them, wrinkling her nose in disgust  at Sokka's dirty socks.

 After she had washed the clothes, Gran Gran shoved a bucket in her arms, and once again she trudged off, same as what she had done every morning. 

Sokka, on the other hand, had graciously been able to sleep in, only awaking when he heard the loud crunch of Katara's boots as she made her way down to the water's edge.

 "Katara! I'm trying to sleep!" he whined, pulling the blanket over his head.

Katara rolled her eyes, no doubt thinking that the least Sokka could do was let her contemplate in silence as she went to fetch water for his parched mouth.

This had always been the way things were done. Katara would wake up early and do the chores, while Sokka would rest his oh-so-weary head until he complained about Katara making too much noise.

Was it fair? Of couse it wasn't. If it was up to Katara, she would drag Sokka's lazy butt down to the ocean herself to make him wash his dirty socks and underwear, might even push him in the freezing water to drown his ego.

But Katara was a girl, and Sokka was a boy. And because of this, Gran Gran had assigned Katara the chores, not Sokka.

Katara groaned, something she found herself doing quite frequently now, and clutched the bucket's handle tighter, turning her knuckles a ghastly white.

Katara wanted to leave this place behind and sail away to who knows where, and forget that this war even started. All it had caused was pain and misery for Katara and so many other innocent souls.

But the Avatar had disappeared, and without him, Katara was stuck, unable to leave to learn water bending, unable to do anything else but chores.

Katara hurriedly dipped the pail into the freezing water, then slowly marched her way back towards the village, hoping she might get some free time to practice her water bending. But with Katara being the last water bender in the tribe, she hadn't gotten far.

Katara's water bending skills could be described as mediocre, maybe halfway descent if she was lucky.

 Without any teacher, she was left to her own devises to figure it out.