thecapitol | where'd my hair go, where'd my hair go, can't find it anymore

Who| Elsa and Oceana
What| Elsa comes to Oceana for a makeover
Where| Oceana's workshop
When| Backdated to a few days after the blackout
Warnings/Notes| N/A

It feels like it's been a long road she's walked to reach this moment. If you asked her months ago if she ever thought she would come to a point in her life where she felt a physical makeover was necessary, she would be confused. But with everything that's happened and everything looming on the horizon, she feels like change is necessary. She's nervous, but she feels like it's the right thing to do. An outward change, to go with the one swirling inside.

Picking her way through the destroyed and vandalized (partly thanks to her) tribute tower is a chore, and a little nerve wracking, but in a way it only strengthens her resolve. This is the right thing to do. She doesn't know what she'll come out looking like, but she hopes it will match the way she feels inside- if that's even possible at this point. She still has a ways to go before she's who she needs to be to face the things going on here, but she's trying.

Elsa finally makes it to the queen's workshop door, and for the longest moment she stands outside of it, her hand hovering just in front of the door, willing herself to knock. It's one thing knowing it's the right thing to do, but she's still nervous. She's always tried to make sure stylists don't change her drastically, and for the moment she's succeeded. Now, she's giving free reign and she has no idea what will happen. But at the same time, the more she thinks about it, the more that little surge of adrenaline starts showing itself. The one that always seems to when things get dangerous, the one that fuels her out of her comfort zone and enjoys it.

Finally, after what is probably only a full minute but feels like an eternity, Elsa knocks.

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Oceana lets out a quiet hum. How best to phrase this?

"Well, let's see. The first time I met her, she oh-so-casually mentioned robbing a goddamn bank for fun with her girlfriends. So that was my first clue. It's not hard to figure out from there."

Elsa presses a hand to her forehead and lets out a tired sigh once Oceana has spoken. It's... honestly not surprising to her. She's been in denial about Harley for far too long. She's met enough genuine people to realize when someone isn't quite so genuine, and she's tried to deny it, but she can't any longer. Is she upset? Yes. But it's one of those calm upsets. Accepting. She's known for this long, now it's just confirmed.

"I knew," she says after a long moment. "Deep down, I knew she... wasn't everything she pretened to be. It's not hard, when I've met so many real people. I guess I just wanted to pretend that what friendship we had wasn't as rocky as it is. And I guess..."

She stops herself, because what she's about to get into is a lot of complex feelings in regards to a certain man from the southern isles, and she isn't sure if she wants to go there right now. "It's nothing," she says dismissively. "Nothing but a mistake, anyway."

Oceana goes on snipping away at Elsa's hair as the young queen goes on talking. She purses her lips, but doesn't interject, as curious as she is to know what Elsa had been about to say. Instead she just runs her fingers through Elsa's newly cropped hair in a soothing manner.

"It's okay to make mistakes, honey. We all do it." She puts her head down next to Elsa's, chin hovering over her shoulder. "The good news is, this hairstyle? Definitely not a mistake." She lifts Elsa's chin with one finger, encouraging her to look up into the mirror. "Look how gorgeous you are."

Elsa always has a hard time when it comes to these things, because she's one of those people who beat themselves up more than they should. But, Oceana's words are comforting, even if she still feels like an idiot for doing what she did.

She looks up slowly at Oceana's urging, and instead of gasping or looking put out, she actually smiles. "I look... I look amazing," she breathes softly, taken aback at how good it looks. The simulation from before has nothing on what she looks like now, and maybe it's a desire for change that's making her look at it in such a positive light, but she feels new. This is the perfect way to let go of her old self, and all reservations from before are gone.

Elsa runs her hand through it, letting out a small laugh at how short it feels and how much lighter her head is. "I can't believe how different I look, I... thank you," she says, reaching up to tug Oceana down into a tight hug. "This is exactly what I wanted."

When Elsa smiles like that, at the sight of her new haircut, it makes Oceana feel like her whole job isn't a depressing waste. Dressing people up to die--it can get sad, fast. But the look on Elsa's face makes it worth it, and the queen lets out a little noise of surprise at the sudden hug. But she's quick to hug back, giving the young Queen a gentle squeeze.

"You're welcome, baby." She stands upright and brushes down her skirt. "Okay, now, I've got one last trick up my sleeve. You're gonna love it."

She gets busy again; mixing up a bowl full of coppery goop, carefully brushing it onto a strand of Elsa's hair, wrapping it in foil, and leaving it sit. She chatters away the entire time, excited to see Elsa's reaction. After the appropriate amount of time, she removes the foil, rinses out the strand of hair, and runs over it with a blow-dryer, styling her hair into a messy, pushed-back style reminiscent of her usual look. And woven through one side is a streak of strawberry-blonde that matches the shade of Anna's hair exactly.

Elsa smiles as Oceana hugs her back, letting out a soft giggle at the noise Oceana lets out. When the queen straightens up and declares she has one more surprise, Elsa is pretty intrigued. They've gone this far without Oceana screwing her over, so she sincerely doubts that the queen would do anything she wouldn't like.

Her curiosity and intrigue grows as Oceana mixes up a bowl of some weird smelling goop, before moving in to brush it onto a strand of her hair. She isn't quite sure that this is supposed to accomplish, never having experienced hair dye before.

After chatting it up and after finally rinsing it out, Elsa sees the final result and she can't help but gasp. It's hard not to be startled by it, both because she's not used to having any of her hair colored, and because she knows exactly what Oceana is going for. It's silly, but she can't help but tear up a little bit.

"I-" she sniffs lightly. "I must have something in my eye," she says, letting out a giggle. "It's lovely, Oceana... it really is. Thank you so much." She's given her a little piece of Anna that she can take anywhere, how could she not be grateful for that?

Oceana can only grin widely at the sight of Elsa's reaction--the tears are really what makes it, she has to admit, and she leans down to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"You're welcome, baby," she chirps. "I'm glad you like it. And I bet your sister will just fall all over herself in excitement when she sees it."

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