First her mental break down. Her two best friends Mai and Ty Lee betraying her. Only you remained.

“Sweetheart.. can you do my hair? It’s.. not working!” Azula grumbled.

Her raven hair was a mess. The front pieces cut at different lengths, and her hair just in her face.

Azula had been told therapy was the key. Her father’s method of fear being the best way to get friends, was corrupting her.

You could save her still. Help her. Just give her time.