It’s nothing against the birds themselves, but they always manage to remind her of her mother, a woman who managed to fail her family more times than Freya can count. Perhaps she’s looking at it through the eyes of a daughter scorned, but what should probably be a comforting sound no longer is such, and instead a sign of danger and an oncoming storm, disguised in the sound of birds.
It’s why when the spell holding the Mikaelsons in their mutual purgatory is threatened, the chirp-chirp-chirp of the alarm is that of starlings, and Freya immediately leaves the farmhouse for the edges of their mutual dream world to investigate. Most times she’s on her own, as magic is a skill she alone possesses. Occasionally Kol might come by to provide magical commentary, but their relationship is still not as repaired as she would like nor expect. But this particular morning, as she settles in the grass with her sage and other ingredients, it’s Rebekah that finds her, arms crossed in front of her chest.
“Is something wrong?”
Freya shakes her head as she folds her knees under her to get started. “No, not necessarily. Some of the protections fade over time, and I need to renew them.”
“I thought the sleeping spell couldn’t be broken by outside forces.”
“It can’t. So long as we are tethered to Klaus’ life force, we should be safe.” Should being the operative word. “However, this world that I have created for us is much more fragile. If someone were to break it, while it wouldn’t wake us and begin the process of our dying all over again, I wouldn’t be able to recreate it in my current state.”
“I see,” Rebekah nods as she sits next to her, folding her legs under her as well. “The longer this stays undetected, the longer we get to stay together.”
Freya nods again. “I do not want to risk what Finn experienced in his long sleep happening to us if we are to remain here for longer than we’d hoped. We’ll probably be safer if we stay together. I just wish that I could have gotten Klaus in here with us.”
“He understood the role he needed to play – the sacrifice he needed to make.” A small smile crosses her face for a moment. “I know we’re all in coffins again, but this time it doesn’t feel like he’s sacrificing us for his own safety, for once. It’s strange, to see something this selfless from him.”
“I will have to take your word for it.” While Freya has seen her fair share of Klaus’ selfishness in action, as well as small selfless acts, this is likely the first time he’s done so without completely burning everything to the ground in his wake. “But still – he doesn’t deserve the kind of suffering that Marcel has imposed on him. If anything, I feel like it should have been me. I was the one who cost him Davina.”
“We have all made our mistakes. I suppose it was about time a thousand years of karma caught up with us.” She reaches over and holds out her hand to Freya. “Is there anything I can do to help? Make the edges of the spell a bit stronger?”
Freya glances over to her with a small smile, before taking her hand gently. “If you don’t mind my channeling you?”
“Not at all.” She smiles in return. “What are incredibly powerful sisters for, after all?”
Freya smiles in return, before closing her eyes and beginning the chant. It will keep them all safe for a little while longer, that much is certain. Hopefully, they won’t be needing it for much longer.
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It’s nothing against the birds themselves, but they always manage to remind her of her mother, a woman who managed to fail her family more times than Freya can count. Perhaps she’s looking at it through the eyes of a daughter scorned, but what should probably be a comforting sound no longer is such, and instead a sign of danger and an oncoming storm, disguised in the sound of birds.
It’s why when the spell holding the Mikaelsons in their mutual purgatory is threatened, the chirp-chirp-chirp of the alarm is that of starlings, and Freya immediately leaves the farmhouse for the edges of their mutual dream world to investigate. Most times she’s on her own, as magic is a skill she alone possesses. Occasionally Kol might come by to provide magical commentary, but their relationship is still not as repaired as she would like nor expect. But this particular morning, as she settles in the grass with her sage and other ingredients, it’s Rebekah that finds her, arms crossed in front of her chest.
“Is something wrong?”
Freya shakes her head as she folds her knees under her to get started. “No, not necessarily. Some of the protections fade over time, and I need to renew them.”
“I thought the sleeping spell couldn’t be broken by outside forces.”
“It can’t. So long as we are tethered to Klaus’ life force, we should be safe.” Should being the operative word. “However, this world that I have created for us is much more fragile. If someone were to break it, while it wouldn’t wake us and begin the process of our dying all over again, I wouldn’t be able to recreate it in my current state.”
“I see,” Rebekah nods as she sits next to her, folding her legs under her as well. “The longer this stays undetected, the longer we get to stay together.”
Freya nods again. “I do not want to risk what Finn experienced in his long sleep happening to us if we are to remain here for longer than we’d hoped. We’ll probably be safer if we stay together. I just wish that I could have gotten Klaus in here with us.”
“He understood the role he needed to play – the sacrifice he needed to make.” A small smile crosses her face for a moment. “I know we’re all in coffins again, but this time it doesn’t feel like he’s sacrificing us for his own safety, for once. It’s strange, to see something this selfless from him.”
“I will have to take your word for it.” While Freya has seen her fair share of Klaus’ selfishness in action, as well as small selfless acts, this is likely the first time he’s done so without completely burning everything to the ground in his wake. “But still – he doesn’t deserve the kind of suffering that Marcel has imposed on him. If anything, I feel like it should have been me. I was the one who cost him Davina.”
“We have all made our mistakes. I suppose it was about time a thousand years of karma caught up with us.” She reaches over and holds out her hand to Freya. “Is there anything I can do to help? Make the edges of the spell a bit stronger?”
Freya glances over to her with a small smile, before taking her hand gently. “If you don’t mind my channeling you?”
“Not at all.” She smiles in return. “What are incredibly powerful sisters for, after all?”
Freya smiles in return, before closing her eyes and beginning the chant. It will keep them all safe for a little while longer, that much is certain. Hopefully, they won’t be needing it for much longer.