Katniss looked like a true ice queen head held high, and in a light blue dress that looked like glass, with a glass tiara, Cinna had said the designers had decided to dress all of the tributes as opposites seeing as next year was the quarter quell. Peeta was in a black unitard and Portia was planning to use synthetic fire to set him alight, he would be fire and she ice, her makeup wasn't that dramatic, originally it was with dark contours and shadows falling over her face making her unrecognizable, she washed it off and contoured lightly giving her higher cheekbones, a thinner nose and a narrow face.
She had then nicked a little blue glitter and white crystals and made her eyes look as if they were covered with ice, pale pink lip gloss finished the look, she then took down the elaborate hairstyle they had given her, merely putting her hair into a bun she covered it with a glass dome that she found lying around and made it look frosted as well. She walked out much to the disagreement of her stylist and prep team twittering and muttering followed her all the way out, her prep team shouting that while she looked alright she shouldn't have done her own makeup and hair. Gasps of awe and shrieks of delight and horror were the reaction she faced when she entered the area the chariots were in, the victors looked at her and she saw in their eyes that she couldn't be touched.
Gloss was looking at her as if he wanted to reach out, and just as he and Odair began to walk towards her all the tributes were told to get on their chariots, for the sake of the opposite theme many chariots changed to another design in the middle. But 12's was to separate chariots connected by a steel rod, synthetic fire raged on one side of the chariot and clashed in the middle with ice, the ice stood strong and would not relent no matter the ferocity of the flames, a floral design was etched into the ice. And then she rode out into the arena people screamed, her name as her chariot emerged but she refused to acknowledge a single one, no matter how many roses and kisses they threw to her she was a queen of ice, and ice never changed.
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Gloss looked on as she emerged as Finnick, Cashmere, Brutus, Enorbaria, mags and he snickered at the prep team, finding it funny that she had done her own makeup and hair, "She really has become an ice queen," Finnick muttered, "Gloss, I'll help bring her back, she also talked to Annie and while in 12 Annie is always sane. Come on lets go tell her the answer." As he and Finnick walked towards her she was roped onto her chariot and was moving before they could get within a metre of her, watching the screen in the area they were in they saw her stand proud and tall, a true queen.
Even as she got of her chariot she didn't look their way, they walked toward her all of the victors she had talked to, desperate to give her an answer, the answer they couldn't give her before, as they approached she finally looked at them, with cool grey eyes she asked them "do you have an answer?" she tilted her head as she said it in a clear voice that carried across the room, catching the interest of the camera crew that swivelled to face the large group, tributes turned to face them, careers cool and calculating, others backed away, some came closer the younger ones hid behind someone.
"Yes," Gloss stated, his voice carrying far as well, and suddenly the queen in front of them was a little girl once more, "the answer to your question is not to let them take your identity away from you." Then Finnick surged forward grasping her by her shoulders, and for a mere second fear flashed in her eyes. Leaning down he whispered "don't kill anyone without saying sorry first!" Peacekeepers were on them within a few seconds, pulling them apart, Gloss pushed forward, he wanted to talk to her. The others were also protesting against her being taken away from them again, all they could see was a child who could sooth even a victor to sleep. He grabbed her hand and saw hope in her eyes, she mouthed something to him, 'don't forget that careers are scared children too'.
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I knew that the others had seen it as well, it was as if she had screamed it aloud, she then slipped her slim wrist out of my grasp and allowed herself to be herded into the elevator with 12's posse, and with a final gentle smile the doors closed, separating her from us. All of the tributes were watching is now, giving them a glare I turned and walked into the elevator my sister and our tributes following me, Glimmer and Marvel obviously looking for an explanation. "Most of the victors met her on the victory tour and asked us a question, we haven't been able to give an answer to that question till now." And that made it clear that the conversation was over.
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Finnick watched as a girl Annie considered her daughter smile at us victors before the doors to the elevator closed, Annie hadn't met Katniss in the way that the rest of us had.
Flashback
Finnick sighed, he had spent an hour searching for Annie, he wondered if that girl had already gotten to her, turning into an ally he heard whimpers and Annie talking to a crumpled figure who had Annie's jacket draped over the girls tattered dress. "It's okay, I'll protect you" she cooed to the crumpled figure, as he got closer he could see cut's on the girl's skin and that the girl was the girl who asked the question. Annie kept patting the girls head until she fell to sleep, looking up at him Annie asked "Can I keep Katniss as my daughter?"
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Annie would always sneak out during the year and visit Katniss, taking trinkets to 12 and coming back with ornately designed carvings in coal or in wood, those two always exchanged little gifts, Annie had also fallen in love with Prim, Katniss' little sister. He had gone on one of Annies trips and stayed in 12 for a week, they always wore disguises when they went to 12, he was shocked to see Katniss act like a little girl around them and then act like an ice queen, either way he would protect that girl and her innocence like her own father.