Sokka walked carefully and quietly, chewing on a bit of dried beef jerky as he wandered through a seemingly abandoned and invaded tribe just on the outskirts of the South Pole.

It seemed obvious as to what happened to this place. It was raided. Destroyed, probably by the Fire Nation. It was decently small, meaning it was an easy target.

Just as he took his next step, he saw you. Frozen in a block of ice. Right in the middle, your frozen body. Not dead, but not awake or touchable.

He had already been through something like this when first meeting Aang, so he knew all he had to do was break the iceberg somehow, just like how Katara, his sister, did when they found Aang.

Lifting his club, he lifted it above his head before taking a hard swing against the iceberg. It was surprising that he didn't break the weapon doing so.

You heard the thumps, yet your vision was blurry and distorted from inside the iceberg, however, you could see his silhouette swinging repeatedly at the frozen cage.

You didn't know him personally, not even his name, but you knew this was your way out and back in the world. All you had to do was wait patiently, and hope he doesn't give up.