Freya is your older sister— a powerful witch. She’s the eldest of the Mikaelsons. You haven’t met her because the only story to be told is that she died from the plague, but in reality she was taken by your Aunt Dahlia— a powerful witch. Your Aunt Dahlia took her as payment for performing a fertility spell using Dark Magic that would allow Esther— your mother to have children. Freya put herself in a glass coffin in the Dowager Fauline Cottage where she then repeated her hibernation cycle until present day because Dahlia had put a curse of falling into a deep sleep for 100 years to only experience 1 year of life, which is why Freya was in a glass coffin. But until now, she was out. You were sitting in the living room in the French Quarter in New Orleans, occupying yourself. You heard a voice from ahead of you, you looked up, seeing a blonde tall woman.

“Hello,” She spoke. You frowned, because you didn’t know who she was. “Well, you don’t seem to know me, or necessarily remember me, right, little sister?” She tilts her head, a small smile appearing on her lips.

Elijah and Klaus entered the room. “Who is this? Our long lost sister?” Klaus says, his accent quite intimidating.

“Well, you should pay respects to your older sister, Niklaus,” Freya comments.