How talented at magic each girl is
Icy: She has above average raw power. I see her as being more innovative with her powers and I like to think she created the spells she used instead of learning them from others or from books. All those different ice shapes were her own creation
Darcy: Raw power wise she is actually average. However, she put in the time to improve her powers and abilities. She tends to do things very by the book and focuses on technique. None of her spells are original, but she has perfected a very large variety
Stormy: In terms of raw power she has the most, however she doesn't have the same levels of technique or experience as Icy or Darcy. She relies on strong tornados and lightning strikes, but can't manipulate them very well without lots of focus. She has the most trouble controlling her powers and understanding them because she only got a half year at cloud tower before being expelled. She isn't stupid, she just hasn't had the same educational opportunities
You forgot this one
And more wholesome
How their goals/lives would have changed without each other. Like if the other two never existed
Icy: For Icy not much would be different. She would still try to get the dragon flame and take over the dimension. I can see her being much more ruthless and bloodthirsty without her sisters. She would be more risky too, since she is only putting herself at risk. I don't think her story would really change until season 3, since Icy would not be competing for attention the same way.
Darcy: I don't think Darcy would be ambitious enough to try to take the dragon flame. I still think she would be manipulative, but she doesn't have any real motivation. She would still go after Riven, but eventually one of them would break it off and she would move on to the next man. This would create a cycle for her where she can't tell if she actually likes someone or if she just wants to manipulate them. Anyway. Angst.
Stormy: Without her sisters to guide her, I just imagine Stormy becoming a background character. She would still have anger issues, but I think without two strong personalities guiding her she would have a normal witch life. She wouldn't do anything remarkable, she would just be ordinary. She would be happier being normal.
Favorite colors
Icy: A soft pastel blue. Her civilian outfit was light blue and I always associated her with light blue, even though her witch form is darker. This is the closest I could find
Darcy: This purple. It had to be purple and this one wasn't do dark or too bright. Her favorite wouldn't be light purple
Stormy: A medium hot pink. Some people see her outfits as red, but I don't. I didn't want to do a dark color like her outfits, because I don't think her outfits represent who she is the way Icy's and Darcy's do. I wanted her favorite color to be a pink that wasn't too fairy-like, but also something she may not be comfortable wearing around cloud tower. I wanted to find pink that didn't seem to bright or neon, and I was pretty happy with this one.
Scents
This is what scent the trix would be, not their favorite. That is a different post. This one is more unhinged
Icy: One of those candles that says it smells like a beach, but doesn't actually smell like a beach. She would be the smell of imitation beach
Darcy: A candle that is supposed to smell nice, but when you sniff it, it just smells like wax and you get sad. Like you can get a little bit of the intended scent scent, but it is overpowered by the scent of wax. Not that I think Darcy smells like wax, but she is deceptive enough to be this candle
Stormy: The smell of a Bath and Bodyworks store, when you walk in and realize that you can in fact be overstimulated by smell. It's chaotic enough to be Stormy
Handwriting:
Icy: I just see her handwriting as being almost deceptively cute. Like lots of curves and swirls and that kind of thing
Darcy: very uniform, very neat. Everything is the same height. Her handwriting is so neat it looks fake. Her handwriting looks like Arial font. Five pages later and it is still neat.
Stormy: Just a hot mess. She writes like she was in a rush and it just gets worse as the page goes on. Even she can't decipher what she wrote sometimes.
Their mother would always be very open about who was her favorite child at any point in time. It was usually Darcy (because she was a suck up) or Stormy (by default). It was almost never Icy because she was more likely to be blamed for her sister's behavior.
This led to them being so vulnerable to Valtor pinning them against each other later on.
What do they think of the nickname "the trix"?
Icy: Icy loves it. She is proud that she and her sisters are so intimidating they were given a name that strikes fear into the hearts of others. Definitely one of her proudest achievements. Also her only real achievement
Darcy: She thinks it is an incredibly stupid name and is low key embarrassed that no one could think of anything better. And that was before she found out it was the name of a cereal. That was a depressing day for her
Stormy: Doesn't really think about it. She probably doesn't know that other people made it up. She just assumed that Icy made it up to seem cool (because she would)
Broken bones because I also realized I have opinions on this
Icy: Has never broken a bone in her life. She is terrified that one day she will, but would never admit this out loud. She doesn't admit any of her fears out loud and makes you feel inferior if you do.
Darcy: In the cinelume dub (I think) she breaks her nose when the trix are trying to summon the power from Stella's ring. It gets fixed immediately when they do that reverse spell. Maybe she would have also broken a finger at some point. I can't really picture it breaking any major limbs. (In the comics she breaks her leg, but I don't feel like counting that today)
Stormy: She has probably broken her arm as a kid at some point and it was probably Icy and/or Darcy's fault, but they would deny it
So anyway, I accidentally wrote a fanfic. It's some of my okay-ist work. I needed to combine as many of my headcanons as I could into a fic and this is it. Anyway, enjoy!
Where did Beatrix go?
Chapter 1: The baby unicorn
Beatrix sat on the floor of the room that she shared with her sisters, as she played with her toys. The three baby unicorns and their mother were crossing the river ( a blue blanket) one by one. She was grabbing the last baby unicorn to make it cross too when she felt a sharp tug on her arm. She looked up and saw her older sister Darcy.
“Come on Beatrix. It’s time for dinner. Mom’s been calling you for like five minutes.” Beatrix set the last baby unicorn down and followed her sister down the stairs, trying to avoid the spots that always gave splinters.
As soon as Beatrix saw her mother, ran up to give her a hug, pushing past Darcy in the process. “Well there you are, Storm. I almost thought you ran away.” Beatrix just giggled in response before sitting down at the table between her Mother and oldest sister.
Beatrix had two big sisters named Icobel and Darcella, but Beatrix usually just called her Darcy. They could be mean sometimes, but mostly they were fine. Beatrix didn’t have a dad, but her mother said that wasn’t important. Sometimes when her mother wasn’t listening Icobel would tell her that they did have a father, but he went away. She also told Beatrix not to talk about it around their mom. There were a lot of things they couldn’t say around their mom. She could get scary. It was hard for Beatrix to remember them all sometimes.
Beatrix played with her food as she ate. She knew she shouldn’t, but she just couldn’t help herself.
“Ew! Mom! Make her stop!” Darcy exclaimed. Beatrix glared at her sister with as much intimidation a five year old with potatoes dripping down her chin could muster. Her mother sighed as she brushed her hand through Beatrix’s dark, curly, hair.
“Beatrix, you know not to play with your food,” her mother said gently. Beatrix looked in her mother’s big cyan eyes.
“Mmkay Mommy” Beatrix responded. She scooched her chair closer to her mother’s. Beatrix loved to be near her mother. Her mom made potions and other stuff in the kitchen and then sold it to other people, so she always smelled like pretty plants.
Beatrix didn’t pay much attention to what was being said for the rest of dinner. She was like this often. Her mother said that it was like she was in another world. However, the next thing she knew her mothers had sharply stood up, knocking a glass cup off the table. Beatrix heard the glass break and turned to help her mom clean it up, when Icobel grabbed her by the back of her shirt and aggressively pulled her away from her mother. She was about to turn and tell her mother to punish Icobel, when Darcy tightly grabbed her arm and led her to the backyard. Once they were outside and Beatrix felt Darcy’s grip loosen she yelled “Ow! Why did you do that!?”
“Shut up” Darcy whispered sharply as she sat on the ground. Beatrix knew better to ignore the order her sister had given her, but just because she couldn’t verbally communicate her dismay didn’t mean she couldn’t show it in other ways.
Beatrix stomped her foot and sat down across from her sister in a big huff, crossing her arms. She looked up to see if her sister looked sorry, but Darcy just rolled her eyes. She did that a lot at Beatrix.
The two sisters sat apart from each other for what felt like a long time to Beatrix. She could tell Darcy was getting more upset with every passing minute. Darcy sharply got up and stood in front of Beatrix when she heard the door open. Beatrix was about to kick her for blocking her view, when Darcy started running towards the door. It was just Icobel. Beatrix didn’t understand what was so exciting. The two older sisters walked to the middle of the yard where Beatrix was sitting. They kept whispering back and forth. Beatrix tried to hear what they were talking about, but they stopped talking once they got close to her.
Icobel and Darcy sat down across from her. Suddenly, Icobel’s entire posture shifted and she excitedly said “Hey Beatrix! We’re going to be camping tonight. Doesn’t that sound fun?” She sounded way too peppy. Beatrix hated when her sisters talked to her like this. It was like she was a baby. She was only one grade younger than Darcy. She wasn’t a baby anymore.
Beatrix put on her best angry face. “Not really,” she mumbled. Her sisters completely ignored her obvious objection. “Oh, don’t be so stormy,” Darcy said, tussling her hair. Stormy batted her hand away. Stormy was Beatrix’s nickname that her mother called her sometimes. But, sometimes Icobel and Darcy called her that whenever they thought she was being too angry. She didn’t like it as much then.
Beatrix’s sisters had told her that they would be sleeping in the garden, because the ground was the softest. Beatrix liked looking at her mother’s plants. They were all so pretty.
Icobel started giving orders to her sisters. She always liked doing that. “Beatrix you can sleep by the thyme.”
“When?” Beatrix responded. Icobel looked annoyed at her, but worse was Darcy who had started laughing. Beatrix didn’t understand what was so funny, which made her angry. Her sisters always left her out of jokes.
“Just ignore what I said, okay? Sleep here,” Icobel said, pointing to a section of the garden. “Now try to go to sleep, okay?” Beatrix grumbled in response. They let her body sink into the dirt and tried to fall asleep.
When Beatrix woke up the next morning, she was back in her own bed. She looked around and saw her sisters were asleep in their bunk beds too. It was like she never fell asleep outside at all. Beatrix wasn’t sure if Icobel and Darcy knew she remembered camping nights. None of them ever mentioned them and Beatrix was a bit scared about what Icobel would do to her if she did.
As Beatrix got out of bed she looked down at where she had left her toys from before dinner. The last baby unicorn was still on the other side of the river.