The spirit in the iceberg

Prince Zuko watched the flames dance on his finger tips and sighed. He had been stuck on this boat with the half whit Jack Frost for a year. Even now, with Jack in his room on a different floor of the ship, Zuko still felt his powers being drained. The frost seemed to have an effect on his fire bending that didn't effect the others. Zukos flames were darker in color when he was near Jack, and weaker.

He had found Jack in an iceberg and thawed him out, thinking he was the avatar. Only, he had found the wrong boy in the iceberg.

He stopped fire bending and threw his desk across the room.

"Aauuugghhhh!" He screamed in frustration and rubbed his clean shaven head. Except for a neat pony tail, he was completely bald.

Zuko ground his teeth and flared his nostrils. This was not going well, he just couldn't catch the avatar no matter how hard he tried. Whenever he saw the little punk, he tried everything to catch him but the fairy boy just pranced out of his grasp. He felt that Aang was taunting him, he felt that the world was taunting him. "Why can't I," he gasped, "why can't I catch you!" He heard his voice crack, and instead of crying, he only grew angrier.

Weakness, that's why his father didn't love him. He, Zuko the prince of the fire nation, heir to the throne of the fire lord, was weak. He had been after the Avatar for so long and he still hasn't caught him, he still was a disappointment to his father, to his country.

He narrowed his eyes, banished prince, he corrected himself. He punched the wall with a flaming hand, and left the room, leaving a scorched indentation. He found his uncle on the main deck of the ship, playing some stupid game with a crew member.

"Uncle!" He shouted angrily. "We are supposed to be looking for the avatar, not playing games and drinking tea!" His uncle spoke without looking at him, his voice calm and aggravating."Zuko, tea is an important way of relaxation. You must live your life fully, but smell the roses as well."

Zuko rubbed his temple. Why didn't his uncle ever make any sense? "I don't care about tea, I-" "don't care about tea!" His uncle exclaimed, sputtering and looking up at his nephew. "That's like not caring about life!" Zuko bent down, and jabbed a finger in his uncles face.

"Where is frost?" He said, trying to change the subject and calm down. His uncle grunted and returned to his game. "Down with the prisoner. The Avatar sure is making some strange friends, isn't he?" Zuko turned on his heals and stalked away, fuming.

I don't know if I should continue with this story or not. The idea just came to me and I had to throw it out there.