by Morgan Landry 7/3/2014, 11:31 am
Lakisha sat down on a couch in the 'Frozen' area of the prom space. She had arrived thirty minutes ago, at 8 PM, and had danced with Solitude for a bit before getting a drink and greeting her friends. She was now sipping her drink, a fizzy, ice-blue soda tasting of lemon and cherries, decorated with a lime peel twist. The snow-crystal-shaped ice cubes flowed against her teeth every time she brought the drink to her mouth.
As a daughter of Khione, it was logical she had come as the Snow Queen, from the tail by Andersen -- the real Snow Queen, the one Elsa was based off. She was wearing an ice-turquoise haute-couture gown sheathing her body from bust to feet, with a narrow, but elongated cleavage revealing her shoulders and the top of her chest in a v-shape, then narrowing down to a straight line stopping just over her navel. The cleavage and sides were decorated with branch-like designs accentuated by small blue and white beads, garnished with discrete sequins. The sleeves were made out of pale lace embroidered at the top with the same branch-resembling designs, which Lakisha had brightened up by adding actual ice crystals she had let grow into spikes, not feeling like actually shaping them.
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BIC: The eighteen-years-old looked to the right as a boy of about fifteen greeted another girl, dressed up as Merida. With all these Disney characters roaming about, Lakisha wondered if she was the only one dressed up as a character from an actual, first-hand fairy tale. She sat back in her couch, which had been arranged to seem as if it was frozen -- with fake frost and decorative snow. Time to chill things up, she thought, and made actual frost creep around her, sheathing the white leather in a crackled, glossy coat.
Putting her attention away from the two youngsters, Lakisha absent-mindedly took one of her free strands and wrapped it up around a finger. Her thick, dark auburn hair had been arranged into a simple twisted bun at the base of her neck, held up with little ice spikes, their shimmer enhancing the glossy streaks in the candle light. It would sure be quite a night, she thought, looking into the nearby Snow White mirror to check her appearance. Ice blue eyeshadow melting away into a black smokey eye, silver eyeliner, deep red lipstick, mascara and a touch of rouge to bring her pale skin to attention... It looked good.
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