(A/N so in this story Snow is the one that made the games. I don't know if this is how it is in the books but it's how it is in this story. It works so that's how it's going to be. I mean it said in the books that they had a way to stay young and live longer in The Capitol, so Snow was actually like 105 years old when he died.)

Disclaimer: I own April, Olivia, Ophelia, Lance, and Willow. If you recognize it I properly don't own it. If I owned The Hunger Games Prim, Rue, Finnick, and Cinna wouldn't have died.


I wrapped myself in a big plush robe and headed to my room. When I reached my room I noticed two people sitting on my bed whispering to each other; two nearly identical, skinny, blue eyed women. One had bright pink hair while the other had dark purple. I was about to interrupt them when the pink haired women stopped and quickly stood up.

"April! We were wondering where you were. I am Olivia and this is my twin sister, Ophelia. We are your prep team and are here to prep you to meet your stylist, and for the opening ceremonies." She said in a high pitch voice. "Before we start we can have a quick lunch, and then we will get started." We all went over to a table with spinach salad, and tomato pasta on it, loaded are plates and started to eat. It took as less than thirty minutes to all finish eating.

"Ok so we can skip the shower since you just took one, but we must do other things. First we need to completely wax and moisturize your body, and then we will shape your nails and do your hair and makeup." She said. I nodded my head in understanding, and she pulled me over to a tall stool place in front of a large mirror. They took away my robe leaving me in my underwear while they waxed my body. It was lucky for me that I didn't have a lot of body hair, so they quickly moved on to shaping my nails while the other one moisturized my skin. They were finished in less than forty minutes, and on to my hair and face.

"Is your hair a natural color? It is just so white, like fresh snow. It matches your eyes perfectly though. There silver color stands out so well against your white skin and hair. It's actually kinda creepy, but also very fitting. I mean your last name is Snow, and you could properly blend in with it. Are your eyes natural? I mean it can be hard to tell here, with all the crazy looks people have." Olivia said without a breath. She really liked to talk.

"Yes my hair and eyes are both natural. It is kinda ironic, me being so pale and my last name being Snow, I really like how I look though. Almost all of my relatives had dark hair and eyes, so it makes me different from how they were. I get the eyes from my mother though. Her eyes where beautiful, and is what made my father notice her." I said trying my best to not think about my only relative who ever had white hair. After I finished Olivia and Ophelia shared a quick, worried look. Did they not know that my relatives where all dead?

"April, what do you mean? Don't you have any relatives who are still alive? We know your grandfather died, but don't you have parents, or aunts and uncles?" Ophelia asked.

"No I don't." I said in a small voice, tears filling my eyes. "My grandfather was my last living relative. All of my aunts died before I was born, and I didn't have any uncles. Both my parents died when I was young of a mysterious disease. My grandfather raised me as his own." I didn't know why I had lied, used the story that my Snow had taught me so long ago. He was dead, and everyone knew the other things he had done. Why did I not want to tell them about this? I guess I just didn't want everyone to know yet, and if I told them gossip would make sure everyone knew by lunch. Ophelia and Olivia were both quiet the rest of the time. When they finished they told me to wait here for my stylist and then they left. After they left I allowed myself to let a few tears roll down my cheeks, as I took deep breaths to calm myself. I was calm by the time my stylist came in, carrying a black garment bag. She had short blond hair, and blue eyes. She wore a simple blue dress, tights and heels, and minimal makeup. She actually looked quiet pretty.

"Hello April. My name is Willow Emberson, and I am your stylist. I don't know if Ophelia or Olivia told you but the opening ceremonies will be tonight. Go ahead and put your robe back on and we can talk and have quick dinner." She said setting down her things and handing me my robe. After I put it on she led me over to a small table with our lunch on it. A thick chicken and carrot soup, fresh rolls, and peach pudding. The first few minutes we were silent as we ate our food.

"So…" I said looking up at her. "What are your plans for the opening ceremonies? I mean we are all from the capitol so we can't represent where we live." She looked at me and smiled.

"Actually I already have your outfit. My partner and I decided that we would use the fact that you are pale with white hair and silver eyes, and use the theme ice. It will look good with your paleness and Lances blue eyes. Most stylists are still trying to copy Cinna's fire look he did for Katniss and Peeta, so we will be totally opposite, and will really stand out." Willow said enthusiastically.

"That actually sounds like an amazing idea. I can't wait to see the dress." I told her smiling.

"Then if you're done, we can go ahead and start getting you ready. The ceremony starts in an hour and a half and we want to be early." I nodded my head in agreement as we stood up. Willow went back over to the black garment bag, unzipping it carefully. I walked over to her and she told me to remove my robe, put my arms up, and close my eyes. I did what she said and soon felt a silky tea length dress against my skin. I stepped into the pair of heels and waited as she touched up my hair and makeup.

"You can open your eyes know." Willow said. I opened my eyes and looked into the mirror. The dress was ice blue and pale silver, with a tight bodice with a sweetheart neck line and a tight fitting skirt. I had on heels that looked like they were made of ice, pale blue and silver makeup, and my hair was in light waves with thin silver strips through it. Every time I moved the dress looked like it was faintly glowing and the blue and silver reflected of my white skin and hair making it the same shad as my dress. Not only did my dress and heels look like they were made of ice, but my entire body. It made me believe that if I moved to fast or fell down I would break.

"You are an absolute genius, Willow. You made me look like an ice princess." I told her still mesmerized by my reflection.

"Thank you and that was what I was aiming for. You do look amazing but I have something I need to show you." She said clapping to turn off the lights. I almost couldn't believe it. I was glowing or at least the dress was and my skin and hair was reflecting it. It was amazing and definitely would help win the crowd over. Other than Lance no one would be anywhere near how we looked. Willow clapped her hands to turn on the lights after a few minutes.

"It's absolutely amazing, you are amazing. I love it!" I said smiling at her.

"We need to start heading down, but before you go put these on." She said handing me a silver bracelet cuff and matching necklace. I put on the bracelet quickly, but hesitated with the necklace.

"Willow, would you mind if I keep my own necklace on? I never take it off, and it's my good luck charm. I would just really like to keep it on." I said. "It belonged to my mother before she died, and is the only thing I have left that belonged to her. I would love it if you would let me keep it on." She looked at the silver snowflake necklace around my neck, and smiled.

"Of course you can keep it on. It even fits with your outfit. May I ask why it's a snowflake though?" she replied.

I nodded and said, "My father gave it to her when they first got together. It's silver to match her eyes, and a snowflake to remind her of him. His last name was Snow like mine." Willow nodded in understanding and then hooked her arm threw mine as she said it was time to go.

We walked all the way to the garage where the tributes waited for the parade to start. Almost everyone else was there already, and Willow had been right that many of them sported fire and light themed outfits. She showed me our chariot and told me to wait here, then walked off. Our chariot was made completely of silver metal and ice blue tented glass and our horses were silver with ice blue hooves, manes, and tails. It was beautiful.

"Hello April. You look very good tonight" called a familiar voice from behind me. I turned around and saw Lance standing behind me smiling and wearing a suit made of the same material and colors of my dress. He looked very good, and the light from our outfits would reflect off of his pale skin and black hair like it did mine.

"Hi Lance, you look extremely handsome in your outfit. We are going to look amazing when it gets dark." I said smiling back at him. "So are you ready for the next few days?" Before he could answer a women came over and told we would be the last to go, but that we needed to get on our chariot now.

After we were on he answered. "No, I'm not. I hate the fact that I had to leave my family, that I might not come back, and that the rebels are forcing twenty-two more kids to die. And it's all because our leader started these stupid games. I have always hated The Hunger Games, thought that whoever made it was a crazy person. Who can consider watching twenty-three kids die fun or even slightly entertaining? It's completely barbaric." He said angrily, and then when he looked at me he calmed down and looked apologetic. "I'm sorry April. I forgot that your grandfather made these games."

"I understand. I don't think I'll ever be ready, and there's no reason to apologize. These games are stupid and barbaric. I can also say for a fact that a crazy person made these games. I knew the person, lived with him almost every day of my life. I hated him, still hate him. He thought the games were a good thing, and that they were hilarious. If he were alive he would love the fact that I am now in the games. He was the person who made my entire life miserable. He made me hate myself because I am related to him and couldn't do anything to stop what he was doing. I hated the fact that I had ever called him my grandfather. We were related but we were not, and never will be family." I said, ranting. "He is the reason I don't have a family or any friends. I hated him more than anyone else in the world yet I had to live with him every single day. Some days I wished I could end it, so I wouldn't have to put up with everything he put me through, but I never did. I wanted to see him die. I wanted to help put an end to him, and I did. I helped the rebels win, and now they are going to kill a bunch of kids for it. They will try to kill us and all because I was related to the evilest man ever to live."

He looked at me as we started to move and after a few seconds grabbed my hand in a comforting squeeze. We smiled, waved, and blew kisses to the crowd that was mesmerized by our glowing ice costumes in the dark; the crowd who was shouting our names, and who had lost interest in the light and fire costumes ahead of us. We had won them over within seconds, and we were tired by the time we reach the city circle. I looked around at all the other tributes and ourselves on the screen and noticed that as the night grew darker it became harder not to be mesmerized by our costumes, which stood out more than any of the others. I also noticed that even though we were partnered for the games no one else seemed to even want to look at their partner, while Lance and I were still holding hands, and would smile and talk to each other. We went around the circle one last time, with almost all eyes on us.

We quickly got off our chariot and headed towards the elevators. Lance and I quietly walked to our rooms, but right before I went into mine Lance called me back.

"April, what did you mean by Snow was the reason you didn't have a family?" he asked. I was quiet for a moment before I decide to answer.

"He killed my parents when I was a little girl. I saw him do it. He told me that if I ever told anyone, much worse things would happen. So I never did." I replied. I turned to go to my room but before I could Lance grab me by the shoulders and turned me around, pulling me into a hug. He was very warm and comforting. It made me feel better. It was the first hug I had received in a long time.

I finally pulled away and said, "Good Night Lance, and thank you." Then I walked into my room, closed the door, pulled on fluffy pj's, folded my costume carefully, and full into bed, asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow. My dreams tonight were filled with ice princes, and princesses, glowing clothing, and sweet warm hugs.


(A/N I am super sorry it took me forever to post this and please don't shoot me with a bow and arrow. I don't really have any excuse. I did try to make this one longer. I'm sorry. The next one WILL be posted super soon. Thanks to PhoenyxWarrior for reviewing, and using the puss in boots eyes to get me to post. It totally worked. Enjoy, and please, please review. They make writing so much easier. Let all my readers have cake. )