But not for the reasons you might suspect. Oh sure, graceful-yet-awesome fighting prowess would be nice, and there are worse things to be than a stacked, leggy redhead. But I'm thinking more long term here. As Parasoul, I'd already be a princess with a damn near 100% approval rating and my own secret police in place via in the Black Egrets. What better base from whcih to launch world domination?
First I'd have to remove the Skull Heart from play. This is easy enough, just use my deadly combat skills and back up form the Egrets to beat the current Skullgirl like she owed me money. Then, rather than make a wish on the Skull Heart like some kind of idiot, I'd lock it a containment unit, which I would place in a safe, which I would place in another safe which I would then place in a shipping container. Then I would announce on national TV that I, Parasoul, Princess of Canopy Kingdom would take the Skull Heart to a secert location to ensure it never again falls into the wrong hands. With a handpicked crew of Egrets, i would then set sail to this mythical location.
This is, of course, a complete lie. Once the ship was over whatever this world's equivalent of the Mariana Trench is, a tragic 'accident' would destroy the ship, killing all hands. Save for myself, however, who 'miraculously' managed to make it to a life boat. The Skull Heart would be forever lost in the bottom of the ocean, and everyone who knows where it could be would be dead except me. Naturally I'll be injured in this accident, preferably in away that leave a noticeable scar or scars in a location I cant cover it up. The face would be ideal. Yes, this may detract from my overall beauty, but it would be a small price to pay. Of course one I'm rescued and recuperating at my palace hospital, my surgeons would tell me they could help minimize or erase said scars, an option I will vehemently deny (where the press can 'overhear' of course), stating that said scars would serve as a reminder to me of the brave men and women who lost their lives to serve their kingdom and save me, everyday for the rest of my life. At their state funeral for these lost Egerts, I will weep openly, and afterwards, provide for any living family members they left behind.
From these actions I would practically be defied by the masses. Hell even my scars well actaully make more more attractive to some in this light. The shock and fear of nearly 'losing' her sister might also make Umbrella grow up a bit. The people will be so enamored of me they wont even notice my slow, seemingly innocuous sift to a more totalitarian regime. And the ones who do notice wont think to question me. For if Queen Parasoul the Scarred, the kind, and benevolent heroine who rid the word of the Skull Heart at great personal cost, thinks these changes are necessary, who are they to question her?