recklessthings | ƒ freya mikaelson

Freya arrives in Chicago on the wings of her awakening, still in her nightgown and sweater. For a moment she thinks that Dahlia may have something to do with this, but all it takes is one very helpful individual to tell her that no, she's fallen into another world and her entire outlook changes.

She practically weeps for joy.

The poor person who is helping her misconstrues her tears for grief, and she lets him think that, because trying to explain her situation is probably infinitely more complicated. Right now, she simply wants to bask in the fact that she doesn't have to explain. She doesn't have to justify anything. She's free.

Her age still wears on her, the centuries she's seen and the life that she's led but knowing that she's in a place where Dahlia can no longer find her. The colors seem to brighten and it's like a weight has been lifted and she wants to explore. She's making her way through the park, still in the clothes she arrived in, when she spots a deer standing in the middle of the park on shaky legs, struggling his way out from under what looks like a leather jacket.

"You poor thing," she says softly as she makes her way closer to try and help him out of it. "How did you get stuck in this?"

The narration is a terrible person, Freya. That's how.

Edited 2015-03-21 03:07 (UTC)

Rebekah is walking through the city when she spots a very familiar little fawn. That fawn happens to be her boyfriend. She happens to think he's very cute like this but he always bleats at her when she says that.

Either way she makes her way over to him and the girl trying to help him, no idea who she is.

"You'll have to excuse Stefan, he's more polite when he isn't deershaped, I find."

She bends down to grab his jacket, and more importantly his daylight ring. Don't want to lose that.

When she looks up and sees Rebekah, in her own body, it catches her by surprise. Not that she doesn't immensely prefer having her sister see her through her own eyes, how they should have met, but it's still not what she was expecting. Then again, there's not much she can really say to her that wouldn't make her seem like she's crazy.

(They would have been bookend sisters if it wasn't for Dahlia. Freya would have braided her hair and told her stories and they would have learned their craft together, rather than apart. It's another thing that Dahlia has robbed her of, being an older sister, having a true sister, but maybe it's another opportunity that she can recover here.)

She glances up at her curiously, before back down to the deer again, who's going to stumble over and slump slightly against Rebekah's legs, a graceless thank you for making sure he didn't lose his ring.

"He's not normally a deer?"

Rebekah would have trouble believing Dahlia, if her sister told her who she was. The problem is she's very behind on the times here -- the most she's ever known about her sister is that she died before even Nik was born. No one ever really talked about her much when they were children, not to her. She always imagined it would of been nice to have a sister -- though. Someone to bond with among that gaggle of brothers. Girls who could stick together and watch over one another.

But certain things were not meant to be.

At the question, however, she simply nods her head. "He isn't. You must be new here -- anyone who falls through the rifts gets changed by them, and one of the favorite changes is making people into shapeshifters. Which is why my boyfriend is an adorable deer right now."

And why she sometimes turns into a tiny white kitten.

She nods with a small smile, before brushing another hand over the top of Stefan's head. Poor Stefan, forced to stumble around on legs that aren't his own. "I am new," she admits with a nod. "I've only been here a few hours, but I've already found it to be the most ... remarkable place."

She hasn't figured out how the rift has changed her yet, however. She won't for a year, when she knows the trigger point of Dahlia's spell will be approaching find that she won't have to sleep for another century and watch the world slip away from her. There are consequences to that, however, as she will be mortal again, vulnerable, but even then, for her that will be something to celebrate.

"Will he change back? Into your boyfriend again?"

A small, almost fond smile tugs at her lips. "It certainly has it's quirks."

If she knew of Freya's fate she would relate to the freedom she might feel. Chicago has it's quirks, but it's given Rebekah a freedom she's never had. After the human version of Klaus disappeared no other forms appeared. And while she misses her brothers she can just live her life. It's what she's always wanted.

"He will, once he calms down. This usually happens when he loses his temper. Or when the rifts want to mess with him -- they like doing that."

Not that she can talk. She is the girl who turned into a kitten in the middle of a ball because of a kitten.

"Turning someone into a deer as an anger management tactic." She can't help but smirk. "Very clever. I am both curious and dreading finding out what my own change is." It's errs more on the side of curiosity than anything else. After all, it can't be any worse than what has already been done to her in her very long life.

She glances back to Stefan again, before brushing another gentle hand over the top of his head. "Hopefully he will turn back soon. I'm sure he's not a very useful boyfriend like this."

"It's not always fun to discover -- I turn into a tiny white cat."

Which while adorable is rather ineffectual. Chicago has weird anger management styles.

"He always turns back eventually. All of the shapeshifters do. I spent an extended time as a cat once though."

When Elijah and Klaus disappeared from Chicago.

She nods slowly, before returning her focus to the deer as she starts to get to her feet. "Well, I hope that it's soon, then. I'm sure he doesn't make a very good boyfriend like this."

He's definitely not very good for boyfriend-ly things. Not that Freya has had a lover in a very long time, but she knows enough of love to know that one of them being a deer gets in the way more than it allows their relationship to continue.

"Oh, he's quite cuddly like this when he wants to be. But he's more handsome when he's just Stefan."

She has no doubt that eventually he'll be boyfriend shaped again. It always happens sooner or later.

"I'm sure he is." She smiles softly, before turning and holding up a hand to introduce herself. "My name is Freya."

"Rebekah." There's a pause and then. "I had a sister named Freya, though I never got to meet her." Because as far as this Rebekah knows, Freya died before she was born.

There is a moment where she weighs the pros and cons of revealing herself. In some ways she already did, back in New Orleans, but they had the balance of adversity on their side. Would Rebekah believe, even in a world as strange as this, that her sister had been returned to her? Would she even want her to be?

"Would you have liked a sister, if you had?"

"I think so. I love my brothers but it would be lonely in the boys club sometimes."

And she likes to think if she had had an older sister that sister would have looked out for her.

She would have, if she had been given the chance to. But that sentence gives her hope for a moment, and she shifts to rest back on her heels a little more. "And if I were to say that I was that sister? Would you want that?"

Rebekah stares for a long moment, unsure of what to say. "But my sister died before I was even born."

Or that's what she was told, anyway.

She can't help but grit her teeth at that, before shaking her head. "That is what you were told, but I assume that was the lie my mother chose to tell. I'm sure it wouldn't have gone over well with my father if she said that she sold me into slavery."

Rebekah's eyes widen at that. This is a Rebekah who has never had to deal with the true treachery of Esther.

"She wouldn't do that. She loved us, she loved her children."

Freya's lips purse for a moment, before she shakes her head. "Yes. She loved us so much that she gave one of us away and turned the rest into monsters." It's a hard truth, to see their parents for who they really are.

Then again, Freya never saw Mikael turn against his children either.

"And her husband, who spent the next thousand years hunting his own children."

While she understands now why he had went after Klaus it still stings and makes Rebekah bitter all the same. If anyone was a monster, it was their father.

Freya flinches at that interpretation of her father, after using him as her anchor and her hope for so long. She doesn't understand why the Mikael she knew would do the things that he did, but that's something she's never meant to understand. Not until she talks to Mikael herself.

"I can't speak to that. I haven't seen my father in a thousand years." But she had been the apple of her father's eye while her mother couldn't even fight for her.

"You're not missing much." Rebekah has never seen the bad parts of Esther, her treachery is mostly unknown to her. But she knows what Mikael is capable of. Once she even called upon him herself, she was so desperate to be free of Klaus and his control.

There's part of her that flinches at that, wanting to roar back in her father's defense, but she doesn't know enough of the story yet. She reveres Mikael the way Rebekah reveres Esther - they've held onto the memory so tightly that they can only remember them when they were at their best, and for the moment are refusing to accept the worst.

"I suppose we will have to agree to disagree." She pauses, before getting to her feet and face her. "They are both dead and we are not, and I do not wish to sour our relationship before we can even begin."

Rebekah smiles at the concession, nodding in agreement. "I think that is a wise choice. I've always wanted a sister, I would be loathe to lose one so quickly."

Not if she doesn't have to.


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