Snow

Azula really did not want to go outside. The cold was one of the things that she hated most in the world, and wet, freezing snow just made it worse. There was absolutely no way that she was going outside in it, for any reason, barring some national security emergency. So Ty Lee was taking a while to get herself over here- that wasn't cause for concern. This was Ty Lee; she had probably stopped to play in the snow or something equally stupid. Still, what she had said earlier niggled in Azula's mind. She claimed not to be feeling sick, but she had been shivering, even indoors.

Azula futilely peered out the window (huffing in annoyance at the awful visibility), hoping to see Ty Lee's bundled-up form coming through the snow. If she didn't see Ty Lee in sixty seconds, she decided, she would go out looking her. One... two... three...