I know, I am the worst author ever for not updating sooner! I hate those people that don't finish what they start! But spring break is here, and so is my muse, and I will attempt to complete this story!

Azkadellia was again getting that deep-down feeling that she was making a mistake. She was sitting in DG's room, facing the mirror. How did I get here again?

Several days had passed since her heart-to-heart with her mother, and Az had never been happier. It was early morning and she had sat brushing her long hair when DG burst into the room.

"Hi!"

"Hi. Now, don't take this wrong, but aren't you supposed to be in your lessons?"

DG got that look on her face that might convince some people that she was about to tell the truth, but Az knew better. "Well, I um-"

"Uh huh. What is it today? Economic regions of the Southern Plains?"

Realizing she wasn't fooling anyone, DG's eyes became earnest. "Something like that. For real, Az, I think they're trying to kill me. I tried really hard, and I can't think of anything I'd hate learning more. I really tried." Her attention switched to her sister. "Doesn't that take forever?" she asked, indicating Az's hair.

"Yes. Some days I'm tempted to cut it all off and be done with it."

The younger sister's face lit up. "Oh, let's cut it! Please, please Az? I had a friend that went to school to cut hair and I made her teach me! Please, please please?"

Azkadellia's eyes were wide. "You want to cut my hair?"

"I won't do it too short, don't worry, you won't look like a guy or anything. It'll be so fun! Oh come on, Az!"

Somehow she had consented. DG was off in a flurry to find scissors and instructed her sister to meet in her room a half hour later. So here she was. She was about to back out when she heard a snip and a very long chunk of hair fell at her feet.

Azkadellia's shocked look didn't escape DG's notice. "I promised not to cut it too short. Just trust me, okay?"

The oldest princess of the OZ gave her a look that said if you're wrong, I will personally kill you. DG continued on, taking different portions at a time, mumbling on about "layers" and such. Az just stared into the mirror, watching large amounts of dark hair fall away.

There was a soft knock at the door, and it opened to reveal their mother, who had been about to say something, but found herself frozen with her mouth open. DG strode over quickly, pushing her out of the room despite the queen's objections.

"We're not done yet, I don't want to hear it, we'll talk when I'm done!" She closed the door and turned the lock.

Twenty minutes later, despite her doubts, Az had to admit she liked it. Her hair now fell just past her shoulders, and layers made her usually-straight hair appear fuller. DG made her look at it from all angles in the mirror.

"What do you think?"

Azkadellia grinned. "I love it."

DG squealed and threw her arms around her sister. "Come on, let's show Mother."

Though she didn't voice her uncertainty, Az wasn't sure the queen would have such a positive response.

Their mother was in her study. Her eyes widened as DG presented Azkadellia and made her turn around in a circle.

"So what do you think?" DG asked.

Az bit her lip, waiting.

The queen's look of surprise melted into a smile. "Why, it frames her face quite nicely."

DG let out a "Squee!" and hugged Azkadellia again, who returned it enthusiastically.

"Now girls, I was hoping to talk to Azkadellia; as DG should be in lessons now if I'm not mistaken."

DG's face fell. Az tried to give her a reassuring look as she shuffled out of the room.

"Come, Azkadellia, let's walk in the garden."