"I'm happy to see you again. You look great." Sigrid smiles fondly at Elijah's side profile, happy to be reunited with him once more. It had been quite a few decades since she had last seen him.

"I am doing good as well. I was with your sister a few weeks back. I can't seem to get a hold of Niklaus's whereabouts, but I have found Freya instead. She's still very pretty, even in the glass casket, although you probably don't remember her face from that one Christmas party." Sigrid smiles blissfully at the memory of being near the eldest Mikaelson sibling.

Elijah's gaze remains focussed on the road, brows slightly furrowed, he was brooding. He didn't seem to be getting any closer to finding his brother. The Martins were doing their best, but seeing as Niklaus was undoubtedly also working with witches, he was successful at staying hidden, to the great dismay of Elijah.

He shakes his head a little, forcing himself to concentrate on the task at hand. He hadn't expected the phone call he had gotten not too long ago, and a dreadful sense of hope settled itself in his stomach, something he hadn't felt in a long time. It had to be related to her.

"It is a bit morbid of Freya to choose a casket as her resting place, but it is fitting, seeing as Niklaus puts you guys in coffins as well." Sigrid happily rambles on whilst looking through the window at the passing trees. This was the first time she had been in a car for so long, and she quite enjoyed it, it was a lot faster than walking everywhere.

"I would have probably chosen a very comfortable bed, or a cocoon made of fluffy blankets and pillows, gosh I would love to dream away in a soft bed. Ah well, no rest for the wicked. Oh, remember how we slept on those straw-filled beds, cuddled together under those itchy fabrics? Oh, how could you possibly forget, Kol kept complaining about it." Sigrid laughs lightly at the memory.

"Don't worry, 'Lijah, the witches in the cottage won't harm her." Out of habit, Sigrid reaches for Elijah's hand, only to have it go right through his. A disappointed frown makes its way to her face when her hand goes through his. She missed touching him, to feel the warmth of his skin on hers.

Reclaiming her cheerful mood she continues on. "Actually, I do like the glass box better, I think. This way I can see her. I haven't seen Kol and Rebekah for quite some time, Finn the longest. I do wish you didn't believe Niklaus when he said he had dumped them in the ocean, he would never do such a thing. Despite your beliefs of him being deranged, he still very much honors your vow of always and forever."

Sigrid sighs, wondering if she would ever see Finn again, her memory of him was hazy, and she detested that. He belonged to her as much as the others, having seen him suffer after her death was terrible. She had shouted, cried, and tried to get to him when he was seriously considering taking his own life, despite not knowing how. Being daggered for so long was incredibly cruel, but she rather had Finn daggered than have him kill himself, no matter how self-indulgent that sounded.

Before Sigrid can continue dwelling on the past, music is audible in the car, one of Stravinsky's less familiar works. Sigrid blinks the tears away, sniffs, and smiles up at Elijah. "Oh, sorry, go ahead, I will wait."

Elijah reaches into his pocket, sighs when he sees the caller ID, and takes the call. He doubted he would get pulled over on this deserted road.

Sigrid looks longingly at the small device Elijah was holding. Despite having seen such devices plenty of times, she had never had the chance to hold one. This was the downside of the place she was existing, she got to see the evolution of mankind, but was never a participant.

"Yes. Very well, thank you for the update, Jonas. Please contact me if something significant takes place." Elijah quickly ends the call and places the mobile back in his pocket.

• • •

"I never cared much for traveling for long periods." Sigrid complains as she now hangs upside down in the seat, bored out of her mind. It might be ill-mannered of her to be in such a position, but it wasn't as if Elijah would know.

She had spent the last two hours rambling to Elijah, all about New Orleans, Marcel, and Freya, but even Sigrid had to take a break from talking once in a while. It was odd, despite not having had any human interaction in the past 1000 years she was still very happy to talk to people, even if they didn't listen or respond, it allowed her to keep talking uninterrupted, and if she messed up or said something deplorable, no one would scold her for it.

As if hearing Sigrid's complaint, Elijah pulls over, neatly parking in front of the old building. He narrows his eyes briefly, calculating the chances of this being a complete waste of time. Without further do, Elijah steps out of the vehicle, preparing himself for dissatisfaction.

"Why are we stopping here?" Sigrid sniffs a little at the sight of the old house, she could already imagine it being incredibly dusty. The dust wouldn't irritate her nose, but she didn't like untidy places very much. It reminded her of the Dowager Fauline Cottage in New Orleans, and she didn't like it one bit. She knew the Mikaelsons had gone to plenty of dodgy places throughout the centuries, but this didn't seem like Elijah in the slightest.

Sigrid quickly gets out of the car by simply stepping through the door, and joins Elijah who was already conversing with a bald man. She assumed he worked for Elijah. Looking up at the old house, her eye lands on a figure by one of the windows. Before Sigrid can get a better look, the man or woman had already run off.

"All went well, sir." The bald man nods curtly at Elijah, a small bead of sweat dripping down his temple. He didn't even know why he was here, except for a sudden urge to go for a drive. He had walked the entire premises, looking for other people.

"Thank you." Elijah responds. He hadn't exactly been worried about an ambush, but one could never be too certain, he would hate to ruin his new suit.

Sigrid dusts her dress of. She had often enough heard people, especially Rebekah, complain about having nothing to wear. She wonders how the blonde react if she ever found out Sigrid had been wearing the same garment for over a thousand years. Rebekah would most likely lose her mind, Sigrid chuckles at that thought.

Her moment of joy however is short-lived when she hears the sound of tearing. With an exasperated expression, Sigrid plants her hands on her hips, looking unimpressed at the Original who was cleaning his hands with his handkerchief. "Did you have to kill that poor man? Never mind, don't answer. I know how none of you like loose ends, in that way you are so very similar to Nik."

Walking past the invisible Sigrid, Elijah steps towards the house, gaze calculating and body tense.

Sigrid hurries towards Elijah and lets her hand hover near his, if she imagined hard enough, it was almost as if they were holding hands.

"Are the added dramatics necessary?" Sigrid playfully rolls her eyes as Elijah slowly pushes the door open, which resulted in a loud creaking sound, audible for the house's inhabitants.

Elijah lets his gaze roam the foyer. In short, it was the kind of house squatters used. His gaze lifts when he hears someone enter the foyer. "Rose-Marie. Is there somewhere we can talk?"