In the middle of casually browsing the masks, not certain if she could even find something that suited her, Celestia suddenly went very still.

The alicorn was face to face with a pony mask, this one of a dark unicorn with a horn to match Celestia's and a helmet that swept down her muzzle between her eyes. And those eyes, even cut-out as they were, somehow held cruelty within their inanimate form.

For a very long minute, all Celestia could do was stare.