"Oh no, not a wig," she protested. "What if it came off at a critical moment? Then she'd be exposed as a fraud and that would undermine what we're trying to do. Unless we're trying to destabilize her position, in which case... no the wig still wouldn't do, because it could be seen as just a joke, ha ha, whereas dark roots would suggest a cover up. Literally. No, it's got to be bleaching. And we'll have to do her eyebrows too."
All of that had come out of Eris with a minimum of fuss in essentially one breath. Because she wasn't so much thinking of the target at the moment. Enyo had brought up a good point. They wouldn't want Mother to get in trouble for this. Daddy, well it was fun to make him turn purple. But not Mother. Because her sister was right. Mother always tried to make things turn out the best for them, even if Eris didn't always agree with the methods.
"Since it's going to be a surprise makeover, we... could..." Her words slowed as she contemplated the options, before bursting out with: "We could drug her! We'll slip her a mickey, and when she's out, we'll make her all Norsey, then drop her off at that bridge. And when she wakes up, she'll be all, 'I look fabulous!' Then we'll pop out of the bushes and explain it was us, aren't we great, and here's the video proof that it was totally us and not some frou frou beauty goddess. And of course, we'll have to do something that's incriminating to her on the video so that she doesn't go all screamy and finger-pointy. Just for insurance purposes. Because really, this is a mission of mercy."