First time Gloss noticed her was when she volunteered for her sister, a volunteer in 12 was unheard of, he didn't hear what his sister and their tributes were saying, only noticing how Katniss Everdeen strolled forward with a hunter grace and agility "She might put up a fight" he said loudly. Turning to his sister and the tributes while they were laughing, "look at her arms." He said, and he was right indeed, scar marks of wild beasts, mutts and other creatures scattered up and down her arms forming patterns no artist would have been able to copy, oh he longed to trace those swirls and jagged lines with his fingers. No longer were they laughing instead they saw a competitor, a huntress who more than likely had broken the law on more than one occasion, and then he remembered why she seemed so familiar.
Flashback
Gloss sighed, he had just smiled and pretended to be happy that he had killed lots of other children in a brutal fight to the death, he could tell that no one in 12 was happy he was there, grey eyes peeked out from behind a corner staring at him almost happy, "come out, come out whoever you are!" he sang out. The face the grey eyes belonged to was fuller than a lot of the others but still was sunken, black hair surrounded an olive face, which would without a doubt belong to a heartbreaker, "what do you want doll?" Gloss asked. A Sakura pink mouth opened to ask a question he never would have expected a little girl to ask, "Why are your eyes empty?" catching Gloss by surprise he blinked a few times before saying. "What do you mean?"
Coming forward she reached forward and cradled his face between two hands, she leaned forward as if to kiss him, "Why do all of the victors have empty eyes? I've asked every victor I can remember that came here, but none of them knew the answer to my question, do you?" she asked softly, being tired he had found the girls voice soothing, as his eyes closed and he drifted to sleep she said "If you figure it out may you please come back and tell me so that I won't ever have empty eyes?"
Back to present
The next time he had looked into the mirror he had been shocked to see that the little girl was right the light in his eyes had gone out, he asked other victors in 1 and 2 if they had seen the little girl as well, all of the last few had and he asked the new victors each year up to Annie Cresta had seen her, Annie being the last who had talked to her. And according to them she had grown into a beautiful woman, and there she was, it seemed Cashmere had remembered her own encounter with the girl and was staring almost critically at the girl. It seemed that this year a ghost would haunt many of the victor's dreams and every moment that they watched the hunger games, wishing that they had been able to talk to that girl and give an answer to her question.
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Katniss walked into the room that they had given her on the train, she had no wish to watch the reaping, and watch a review of who would be mentoring that year and their games, it didn't matter to her at all. All she wanted to know was how to keep the fire in her eyes burning bright, she wanted to know whether anyone had found the answer to her question, to her it was simple. Why on earth had the light burning brightly in their eyes gone out the moment they had stepped out of the arena. Was it really such a difficult question?
Peeta Mellark was the male tribute this year, his eyes were already empty, no doubt many others lights had gone out during the reaping as well, she didn't need to see that happen. But she was certain of one thing her ice queen façade had to remain, she would never let someone take her eyes away from her, no doubt being cold and indifferent would make her appear more of a threat than others, the killing machines, the strategists and such. She needed to work an angle and ice queen was the only angle she knew inside and out, she had to protect herself and keep her head held high, that way she could protect the fire within her.
A long time ago I was considered sweet and kind, I was beautiful, but as I grew older and none of the victors could answer my question, Annie came close once, I decided that I needed to protect myself, my beauty became cold and regal, forever beautiful, forever untouchable. I will not die during these games, I will live, and I will retain my fire, I will return home a true ice queen and remain that way until my death, I will make sure that no man woman or child will ever be able to melt the ice surrounding me.
As we pulled into the station I was dragged out of my room by Effie, giving her a look of disdain I walked out onto the station where other tributes were milling around, my head held high I glided towards them. Seemingly effortlessly floating, many of the victors I had spoken to were there watching me with curiosity. But I didn't acknowledge them I merely turned and stared emotionlessly out at the capitol.
Change POV
The victors turned to Haymitch as they saw the once warm beautiful girl glide forth an ice queen in a group of clumsy servants compared to her, "forget it," Haymitch muttered, "this is her defence mechanism. Besides no one gave her an answer and she grew up cold and distant to everyone, that little girl is gone and I doubt anyone can bring her back." "I can and I will" Gloss said staring longingly at the girl who had turned to ice.