As she lowered the scissors to her side, Chenille stared at herself in the mirror, focusing on her turquoise/lavender-purple/bright-pink hair more than her lavender-blue skin. It had been almost a full year since the villainous Bash cut her and Satin's hair, officially separating them for good. While it had grown back in the months since, it had yet to join the twins back together. As such, the calmer twin made it a habit to continuously cut her hair and keep several strands in the vain hopes that it would somehow magically grow back, a habit that she found it hard to keep from her older, daring sister.

She knew it would make her seem selfish, as most Pop Trolls had more adequate usage of their hair compared to her and Satin. Not only could their hair serve as a storage for numerous items, but it also served as their natural line of defense. She and Satin had neither of those unique qualities, even after their hair was severed into two.

Her mind then trailed back to that fateful night. The moment their hair was cut was the moment another side of her was unleashed. One so terrifying as it was unexpected. The memories of her effortlessly and brutally cuting down the Party Crashers in an act of bloodthirsty vengeance scared her and thrilled her. Unfortunately, while the death of her friend was ultimately undone by the powers of fate and her powerful (and smoking hot) mom, it did nothing to detract the impact of a fallen friend who lost their life in the midst of battle.

All because she was not strong enough.

"Chenille?"

Out of impulse, Chenille tensed up as she threw the scissors at the doorway. While it harmlessly embedded itself into the doorway, they were dangerously close to impaling Cooper's twin brother in the face. Understandably, she gasped in horror and rushed over to pull out the scissors while making haste with profusive apologies.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, Prince D!"

Amazingly, Prince D was neither angry nor fazed by the sudden act. If anything, he seemed amused by it.

"It's alright, Chenille. Also, you don't have to call me Prince D all the time, you know?"

Chenille smiled awkwardly as Prince D absolved her of any wrongdoing. It was love at first sight, a presumed one-sided affair on her part, and she absolutely despised it. The spiteful attitude towards it was migitated somewhat when she got to know him better along with the other members of Troll Royalty. Over the course of the development of TrollsTopia, she gradually fell in love with his collected, optimistic, and protective nature...and she gradually regretted the decision to tell Satin—her twin sister—about her secret crush.

At least Queen Essence was perfectly okay with it.

"I know, I know," Chenille calmly waved him off, "It's just that...I'm used to addressing you as Prince D and not Darnell."

"That's alright," Prince D smiled, "I won't force you. Although..."

Chenille's smile faded the same time as Prince D's as he examined her from head to toe.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, no. It's just that...your hair hasn't grown back yet?"

"It has," Chenille nodded, "It's just that...I've been cutting it lately."

"Why?"

"I... You know how Satin and I are...were literally cojoined twins?" Chenille gestured at her hair.

Prince D made an expression of understanding before he nodded, "And that Bash guy...he cut your hair and separated you and Satin?"

Chenille nodded as she tried and failed to fight back the tears, "I just... I'm not used to not being around my sister just as much as I'm not used to calling you Darnell instead of Prince D."

When she received no response, Chenille continued, "I...I'm used to following my sister around, cooperating with her and giving in to her demands when it comes to activities she wants to do and what I don't want to do. She's more popular, more social, more...brave than me."

Prince D gave her a sympathetic look as Chenille went on, "So I try to present myself as the more dominant one. I put my sister down and make myself look better to those who don't know Satin better than I do. We have got into an argument more than once because of this, and with Bash cutting our hair and all this madness going on... "

Chenille sniffled as she buried her face into her hands, sobbing quietly.

"I'm...I'm afraid that she won't get to see how much I love my sister."

Prince D did not know the full extent of their arguments, but he did know the feelings of living in one's shadow. While he and Cooper rarely had arguments themselves, they could easily distinguish between the good vibes and the bad vibes when a certain moment presented itself, so they would discuss with each other, listen to what they had to say, and work together to solve the problem or find a compromise. Internal jealousy was always there, but it could never sever his newfound bond with his brother.

The Hip-Hop Troll caressed the Pop Troll's hair and smiled at her when she turned to look at him.

"Your sister does love you," Prince D reassured Chenille, "even if she may not show it from time to time. Siblings can fight, but they can also forgive. Sometimes, it helps to give each other a little bit of space."

Giving Prince D's words a thought, Chenille nodded and that smile he loved so much returned.

"You're right. Thanks. I really needed that."

"You really did."

His attention now returned to Chenille's hair, which he began to brush with his fingers.

"On the bright side...your hair can shine a little better. Think fire in the sky."

"You think so?"

Darnell and Chenille exchanged soft glances with each other.

"I know so."

It was a moment that could have lasted a little longer.

Alas, fate severely disagreed.

"THE PARTY CRASHERS ARE COMING!"