Elsa, unsurprisingly, was already up and panicking. She had woken up feeling like someone had glued a bucket to her head, and no matter how hard she tried, it just wouldn't come off. And after one look in the mirror... hoo boy.

The top half of her head resembled Snowball's; the skull-like helmet of a Froslass, complete with two chunks of ice sticking up out of it like horns. It was a stark, bone-white, paler than even her own skin, and the discoloration had trailed down the sides of her neck to her arm, which ended in hands dyed an icy blue.

She honestly had been about to scream, but then she'd heard thumping and the sound of a door slamming in the room next to hers. That room was...

"Asami? Korra?"

She wasn't sure how thin or thick the inn's walls were, so hey, it can't hurt...