Prompt

Elena went first, focusing her intent. Her brunette locks lightened strand by strand, bleaching to a platinum blonde so pale it was almost silver, the hair growing longer, falling in a sleek, straight curtain to the middle of her back. Her face refined further, her eyes widening and turning a startling, crystalline gray, her lips plumping to a pout that was both innocent and debauched. She willed her body taller, her limbs elongating into a dancer’s grace, her breasts rounding into perfect, high globes with nipples that darkened to a deep rose, while her waist nipped in sharply above hips that flared with generous, inviting curves. She became an ice queen, a fantasy of Nordic allure, and she named this new self *Freyja*.