#bianca's mission in sweden

[miissbiianca]

Day 19: Write a One Shot about your character changing something about themselves physically

Bianca looked down at the file in front of her, and arched her eyebrows..

"It says I need a disguise."

The Director nodded. "We're asking you to wear these--" He slid a box of coloured contact lenses at her; Bianca turned them over, and found herself surprised at the bright blue colour printed on the back. She wasn't sure why she was surprised, of course. The Director was hardly going to give her brown ones, was he?

"And we need you to go blonde, too. You need to look... stereotypically Swedish." The Director said.

Bianca raised a hand to her hair, which she had swept back into a neat up-do, as she always did when she was going to work (and when she wasn't going to work, actually). Her Grandmother had always warned her not to bleach her hair - it would damage it, she had said. And truly, Bianca was selfless, fearless, so thoughtful when it came to others... but she was vain, and she could at least admit to it.

"And why is that?" She asked. She was never one to question the Director, usually, but this was important to her.

Evidently, it wasn't the first time he'd heard discontent about the whole thing, though. He merely sighed.

"Miss Gabor, if you'll forgive me for saying so, you're very striking."

Beside her, Agent Petersson smothered his laughter.

"If you attract too much attention you'll jeopardize the entire mission. 88% of the Swedish population have light eyes, and at least 80% have fair hair. You have neither. You'd draw the eye too much."

The Director raised his eyebrows at her when he had finished speaking, a challenge for her to find fault with any of it. Unfortunately, she could find none. She huffed softly, and looked to Oscar, who, admittedly, also had blond hair, and pale blue eyes. About as Swedish looking as one would expect from a man born and raised in Stockholm, if one were to adhere to stereotypes.

"I think you'll look good blonde." He said, with a grin that only made Bianca press her lips more tightly together, attempting to stave off a frown.

She looked to the director and sat up a little straighter in her seat.

"Alright." She nodded, taking the box of coloured contact lenses. "But I'm not dying my hair."

"Then what is it you plan to do, Agent Gabor?" The Director asked.

Bianca simply smiled, a little too politely. "I have a plan, director. Don't fret."

~*~

Bianca stood in the bathroom of her apartment, dressed except for what she had left to do. She took a deep breath, and opened one of the packets of lenses, placing one in each eye and blinking until they settled. She tied her hair back carefully, and stretched the cap over it, wincing a little as she did so. Her poor hair, she thought, as she covered it up. Better than turning it to straw with a trip to the salon, though.

With a dab of glue, Bianca pulled the wig into place, once again wincing as she settled it over her hairline; she had to admit, it did look rather natural. She closed her eyes, and after a moment, opened them. If she hadn't gone through the entire process herself, she probably wouldn't have recognised her own reflection, at least for a little while.

She should have argued about her skin tone, she realised, as she fussed with the wig. The hair did look natural, and when paired with the eyes it sort of fit, but surely she'd still be an oddity, her skin a few shades darker than the average Swede. She supposed it didn't matter, and it was too late now anyway.

"Ready to go, Linnéa?"

Linnéa. Bianca opened the passport she had been given, not dissimilar to her own HUngarian one, and read the name. Linnéa Persson. Very Swedish.

She opened the door to Oscar, who whistled as he saw her. "Very nice." He grinned, his hands in his pockets. "Very Swedish." He added.

"We're going to be late." She retorted, swatting his arm lightly, though she did smile a little. At least she thought he was being genuine. She checked her reflection once more on the way out, frowning a little at the fair reflection in the mirror. If they completed the mission it would all be worth it, she supposed.