"What the actual FUCK?!"

"Now, come on Elsa –"

"Don't Elsa me you stupid bitch, look what you did to my fucking hair! WHY IS IT PURPLE?!"

"It's part of your new concept –"

"WHAT FUCKING CONCEPT IS THIS!? I'M GONNA KILL KAI–"

"Elsa, please sit down, we don't have much time before the show –"

"THE DAMN SHOW AND MY DAMN FANS CAN ALL FUCK THEMSELVES SENSELESS BUT DAMMIT LADY YOU ARE GONNA CHANGE MY HAIR BACK OR SO HELP ME–"

"Elsa be reasonable! This is your Madison Square Garden debut, and your tens of thousands of your fans have been waiting months–"

"MY HAIR!" Elsa wails. "MY BEAUTIFUL BLONDE HAIR!"

A harried Kai rushes into the dressing room, shoving a sheet of paper into a jeering Elsa's face. He points at the top, "This is an amendment to that clause in your contract that forbids us from changing your hair color. And this," Kai then jabs violently at the bottom of the page, "is your signature of approval allowing us to waive that."

"No fucking way in hell is that my signature." Elsa says flatly.

There is a knock at the door, and a grizzled man in all black pops his head in. "T minus 10," he grunts.

Kai nods head in thanks and turns around to Elsa. "Okay, let's get you backstage–"

"OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT'S IT!" Elsa screams. She leaps up, knocking her chair over backwards and kicks the nearest thing she sees, which happens to be the hairdressing cart. Bottles of shampoo and conditioner crash onto the floor; some shatter while others fizz and fling white goo onto everyone. Elsa storms out of the room, her purple hair swaying defiantly in the air before she shuts the door with a thunderous slam.

"My nigga, my nigga, my nigga," Elsa belts out before letting out a huge whoop. She floors the gas as the light turns green, reveling in the ferocious roar of her flaming red Ferrari as she speeds through the Big Apple, carelessly weaving in and out of traffic and leaving behind a chorus of honks and yells. She turns up the volume on her exorbitantly expensive speakers while cranking down her windows, letting the deafening bass of the rap track shudder through her bones and throughout the rest of whichever unfortunate block she happened to be driving through. The howling wind rushed onto her face, violently flinging her hair back, and as the song ended she let out an exhilarated scream. "TAKE THAT YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! TAKE THAT, KAI! FUCK MY STUPID SHOW! FUCK MY FANS! FUCK EVERYTHHHIIINNNGGG! MY LIFE SUCKS AND THIS DAY CAN'T GET ANY WORSE!"

The deafening whirr of a police siren suddenly screeched through the night air.