The Boy in The Iceberg

The small mound of snow sticking out of the ground caught the prince's eye. He steadied his hand on the telescope and smiled inwardly. The boy's smile was more a tug at the corner of his lips than a real grin. Nevertheless, he felt a sense of relief rush through him as he realized what he had found. He had found his honor.

The Southern Water Tribe. This was the place where the Avatar had been hiding. Zuko knew the peasants who lived in blocks of snow would be no match for his steel ship. He had one key weapon- fire, and even if the Avatar had mastered all four elements, the man was far too old to put up a fight. Taking a deep breath, Zuko felt the fire within him boil, warming his entire body so much that not even the temperatures of the South Pole could bring him down.

Zuko was high on victory that he could already taste. There was a great deal waiting for him beneath the ice.