The South Pole was cold for Toph in a way that transcended the temperature outside. It was nothingness, a world that she could not interact with in the way that she knew. Even if it wouldn't give her frostbite to go around barefoot, there was no earth to bend or see with. It sucked: she would have liked to understand Sokka's and Katara's hometown this way.

She clung to Sokka's arm once she was off the boat, a familiar habit that was equal parts pragmatism and self-indulgence.

"Well, I can't exactly go exploring here." Which was Toph for yes, thanks.

"You met at the North Pole, right?"