Hunger Games - Shadowfax and Queen Elsa

[Queen Elsa]

Ricella Burns

Our train had already arrived at the Capitol. It was a spectacular sight. Much better than any of the districts, that's for sure. We were just heading out of the train station when District 2's train pulled up. I wished I could have stayed right there in the train station forever, because for the first time in my life, it felt like people actually cared about me, and I was gaining everyone's attention without having to pull a prank. It was a nice feeling.

"Miss Burns," my escort said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Hm?" I asked, turning towards her.

"Did you hear anything I just said?" she asked. I shrugged, and she sighed. "I was saying that tonight will be the tribute parade, so you'll be meeting your stylists shortly so they can make you look stunning for tonight. Don't argue with them and do as they say. Understabd?"

"Yeah, sure," I said. Our escort sighed again, but didn't say anything else, which I was happy about. In the silence, I began thinking about the Games again. I couldn't wait for them to start!

[Shadowfax]

Ryan and Amber.

Ryan was trying to push out all the cheers, camera flashes and questions being thrown in his general direction as he walked towards a huge building to go and meet his stylist. Amber however was the polar opposite, waving at the cameras, answering as many questions as she could and occasionally yelling out 'I will be the winner this year!' in which the crowds erupted into louder cheers.

Once they were inside the building, Ryan turned to Amber.

"Are you actually enjoying this?" He asked, not unkindly, but genuinely.

"Of course I am.. why wouldn't I be? It's a chance to bring honor to our district! Why wouldn't you be enjoying something like that?"

"There's something wrong with you...." Ryan muttered, but at that point they were separated much to his relief.

Ryan entered a room where he was suddenly seized. Two men threw him down onto a bed, buckled him to it and looked at him wearily.

"He'll need a wash, hair cut and goodness knows what else before we can even think about sending him to his stylist...." One of the men said approaching Ryan with a pair of scissors.

[Queen Elsa]

Pearl Mellark

When we finally arrived at the Capitol, I was so eager to get off of the train that I ran off and was greeted by a flash of light. I blinked my eyes and realized it was the flash of a camera. Many other flashes followed, and I tried to smile, although it was hard knowing the danger of all of this. John came behind me about a minute later, not even trying to act happy. Malinda came off a few seconds after John and led us to the large building where we would be put in the hands of our stylists for the parade tonight. We were pulled away almost immediately, and I was led into a separate room, where they strapped me onto a bed and examined me.

"Well, she doesn't look half bad," one of them said. Her hair was pink, and her skin was pale, which made for a bad mix. And to add to that mix, her lips were a dark red, and her eyeshadow was a dark pink. It was just a bad mix overall. I hoped that once they were all done with me, I wouldn't look like that.

"That's because she's a Mellark. She's lived in the Victor's Village her whole life. I bet she doesn't even know what it takes to survive," a man said. "Such a shame, considering both of her parents survived two of the Games all those years ago."

"Stop talking like that!" the lady said, slapping him across the shoulder. "We can make her presentable tonight so she gets lots of sponsors, and then she'll have plenty of training before she's thrown into the Games. I'm sure she'll be as good as her parents."

"Okay. Enough chit chat," another lady said, joining the other two. "We need to start cleaning her up so she will be well prepared for Claudius." She smiled at me, and said, "This won't hurt much. We'll try to be as gentle as possible."

[Shadowfax]

Ryan and Amber

After wrestling with the stylists and with only just slightly shorter hair now, Ryan had made his way to his 'room' Which was about as big as five houses back in District 2 put together. He was sat on the bed hugging his knees feeling incredibly alone and awkward. Just being in this room made him feel uneasy so he dreaded to think what he was going to be like at the ceremony later. They had given him a black vest top to wear and a new pair of jeans as well as a pair of black shoes.

Just then, Amber barged in looking very glamorous, or as glamorous as they could make her atleast. They'd cut her hair, put a little color in it and painted her nails a ruby red which she was waving in Ryan's face. She was wearing a skirt, boots and a flowery shirt which did not suit her at all.

"Gotta admit, they've certainly got style here" She told Ryan.

Ryan ignored her on that statement, but did ask;

"When are we expected to go down to get into our costumes and be paraded before the Capitol?" He said gloomily.

"An hour. So best cheer up" Amber shot at him before walking out the door.

[Queen Elsa]

Pearl Mellark

After a wax job and a haircut, the stylists were done with me. I suppose it could have been worse, but after the wax job, I hadn't wanted much else done to me, so I was glad that the only other thing they did was cut my hair so it was shoulder-length.

"Be back in half an hour so we can get you ready for the parade around the Capitol," Marissa, the one with the pink hair, instructed. I nodded my head, slipped back on my clothes I had worn here, and walked to my room. I was amazed at what I saw when I arrived. Not even the houses in the Victor's Village back home could compare. The room was about ten times the size of my bedroom back in District 12. The bed was so comfy and big, my whole family could fit on it comfortably. The window spanned the whole wall on one side. I grabbed the remote off the table next to me and began flipping through it, amazed how the window changed its scene as I did.

When I finally finished through all of them, I looked at the time to see that there was five minutes before I had to be back with the stylists so they could finish me up for tonight. I stood up and walked out of the room, interested in seeing what they had chosen for me to wear tonight.

"Oh, there you are, darling," Marissa said. "You're here just in time. Claudius just arrived with the outfit for you to wear tonight." She grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to Claudius, who was standing with a bag in his hands, giving nothing away about what the dress was like.

"Ah, Miss Mellark. It's a pleasure to meet you," Claudius said.

"Likewise," I said, shaking his hand. He pulled out the dress, revealing a red dress with a nice pattern on the top and a few shapes that looked like snowflakes on the bottom. White beads lined the edges of the sleeves and the top of the dress. Claudius put it on me, and I realized how short it really was. The end of the red fabric reached just above my knees, with the see-through part reaching just past the knees. The fabric started right at my breasts, but the see-through material covered the bare chest area.

"Well, what do you think?" he asked.

"It's gorgeous!" I said, spinning around in it.

"I'm glad you like it. You're going to look stunning out there," Claudius said.

"How long before I have to be on the chariot?" I asked.

"About twenty minutes, which gives Marissa, Tabitha, and Frank plenty of time to finish you up," Claudius said. As if on cue, the three stylists began working on me, applying eyeshadow, lipstick, and nail polish. After they were done with that, Tabitha curled my hair, and I looked in the mirror to see that all of the makeup was red, to match my dress. I hardly even recognized myself, but I was glad, because then maybe I would have a better chance of surviving in the Games.

"It is time," Claudius said. "Let's go."