The United Kingdoms Of Auradon

There was the faintest glimpse of something that Malia might see that seemed to enter Kyoko through the miasma of her spirits.

Then something twitched in Kyoko's eyes. And for a moment it was like someone else was looking through them. Her wild rage shifted as her dark spirits melded into an ice cold aura around her. The look in her eyes was ice and irritation rather then defensive rage.

Her hands let go as she gave an expression that implied sneer without descending to it. She looked cold and regal and disdainful.

Whoever that was behind Kyoko's eyes wasn't Kyoko as she turned on one heel. Her posture was Kyoko's usual perfect posture, but there was an almost arrogance to it, a hatred in how she moved that roiled off of her without a word being spoken. She looked calm, she felt like death walking as she walked off, away from all of them, hands folded demurely before her.

The change to her hair had been slow and subtle but by the time she passed Harry and Mallia, her hair was jet black.

If they hadn't seen the change, they could have easily mistaken this for someone else, and not seen Kyoko in this cold stranger at all.