Unfortunately, she didn't count on being webbed up by changeling spies and whisked off to the caverns underneath Canterlot. Her struggles and muffled screams do little to fix her predicament, and the thick webbing coating her horn prevents her from using her magic to escape. As she leans against a stone wall wrapped in changeling goop, looking on in despair as Queen Chrysalis assumes her face, one thought burns brightly in her mind.
This day was going to be perfect.