Elsa's POV

I stared out of the train window. Outside, trees flew past. I sighed. I was leaving the only home I had ever known. District 12.

It wasn't the nicest home, but at least it was familiar. I had my sister Anna, and my puppy Olaf.

I looked over at the only other passenger in the car. His name was Hans. He was staring out the window too. I didn't know him that well, but he was the other name drawn.

I tried not to shiver. The drawing was still fresh in my mind. I could remember the horror I felt as I heard my name called. Instantly Anna was pushing through the crowd, but before she could volunteer I rushed to the stage and jumped on. I shouted to everyone that I accepted. There was no going back now. I didn't want to be in the games at all, but it would have been even worse if I had to watch Anna in the games.

After my name was called, they called another name. Trent or something. Hans had volunteered instead, which had surprised everyone there. Trent and Hans weren't related or anything. As far as I knew, they weren't even friends. But then again, Hans did have a bunch of brothers. The food he would get from winning would probably help feed his whole family. Anyway, Trent didn't stop him from volunteering.

----- at the Capitol -----

Hans and I were separated, and I was brought into a room. After a couple of minutes, someone entered the room. It was a girl with white hair. Some of her hair was also dyed blond, and was put up like a crown. She looked me up and down.

"So you're the new meat from 12?" She asked. I opened my mouth to reply, but she cut me off.

"I don't care, as long as you look splendid. I need you to be my advertisement for my new line of clothes," She said. I sighed. So it was going to be one of those people. She walked around me, then picked up my platinum blond hair.

"Yes... yes... We can work with this..." She said. After a moment, she stepped back.

"Alright poodle, this is what I'm thinking. District 12, mining, coal, all that good stuff. What do you do with the coal? You turn it into gems," She said.

"Actually, we don't-" I started to explain, but she cut me off again.

"No one cares poodle. Anyway, I'm thinking glitter, sparkles, white for you, red for the boy, we go all out," She said. I sighed. No use arguing with her.

"Be ready for your fitting tomorrow," She said.

"Yes ma'am," I said with a sigh. Someone came into the room and took me away and to where I would be sleeping for the night.

----- the next morning -----

"Twirl for me poodle," Azmantine, my dresser from the day before, commanded. I twirled.

"Perfect. It complements the boy's perfectly," She said while clapping her hands. I was dressed in a white dress that was woven with small mirrors. I also had a long cape that had tiny mirrors. I was covered with white powder which made me more pale than normal, and I had deep red lipstick and silver eyeshadow. My hair was carefully ironed and put into a loose braid, and small mirrors were in it as well. Diamond snowflakes were put along the whole top of the dress, and a large one was put in my hair as well.

"Why snowflakes?" I asked.

"You district twelvers are always freezing to death aren't you poodle?" She asked while fussing with my hair a little more. That struck a nerve. My parents had both frozen to death. Now I hated the beautiful dress.

"The presentation is in a couple of minutes. Stay here and don't move while I help out the boy," She told me. I nodded, and she left the room.

About an hour later, someone ran into the room.

"Come quickly! The presentation is about to start!" They said in a rush. I followed them out of the building and to an underground tunnel. Chariots were lined up, one for each of the twelve districts. I was forced to walked past all of them to reach my chariot.

The two people from District 1 looked fierce. Jafar and Mage. District 2 actually caught my eye. The guy was staring at me with an open mouth. His name was Jack. The girl was looking me up and down, like she was trying to tell how tough I was under all the makeup. Mulan.

District 3 had a nerdy looking guy and a tough looking girl. That would be Hiccup and Astrid. Hiccup looked nervous, but Astrid looked bored. District 4 looked like possibly the weirdest out of all of the tributes. They looked like hobos. Marcus and Ursula, that was their names. District 5 looked the most dangerous. They were Rex and Maleficent.

District 6 looked too wimpy to do much. Peter and Lavender. District 7 was hard to see under the leafy costume, but they looked tough. Tarzan and Pocahontas. District 8 looked scared, but still dangerous. Their names were Eugene and Rapunzel.

Strangely enough, District 9 looked the scariest and most dangerous. Pitch and Scarlet. I could see them envisioning my death. I would have to watch out for them.

District 10 looked a little tough. I'd have to keep an eye on them too. Scar and Merida. District 11 looked totally weak. Even weaker than Peter and Lavendar. They were Jordan and Penelope.

After that, I finally reached my chariot. Hans was already in it. He was wearing a red tuxedo-type thing that had tiny red mirrors in it as well. It went well with his red hair.

"Wow. You look... stunning," He said.

"You look blinding," I said. He helped me into the chariot, and then the chariots all started moving. I grabbed Hans's hand to keep from falling off, and then we were out of the tunnel and in the bright sunlight.

Azmantine had made a good choice. The mirrors were blinding and spectacular. The crowds went wild as soon as they saw us. We would get plenty of sponsors. And not a moment too soon. The games were due to start tomorrow.