When Freya was young and had yet to discover the joys of being a rebellious teenager she actually took a great interest in school and being good at it. Following in her sister's footsteps, so to say, she took part in various extra-curricular activities. One of them was the spelling bee. She was relatively good at it, one time she even beat Ingrid, just to be kicked out one round later on a word that she didn't know. It wasn't even hard, Ingrid told her afterwards. But up until this moment, Freya had not come in touch with it. Frustration. F-R-U-S-T-R-A-T-I-O-N.

Now, 20-some years later, she's well aware of its meaning. More so at this very moment as she's ever been before.

The lights are on at their house when she finally gets home after a week of looking for Killian; a week of writing texts; a week of driving back and forth; a week of barely sleeping and If mostly in the car; after the first week in her life where she's actually spent no time worrying about her looks.

Freya is so done with this. If Killian doesn't want to be found – fine! She's sick of it.

And she's very happy to see that someone is home to praise her decision. It's been hard enough in the making, she should at least get a 'I'm proud of you, Freya', right?

She storms in without a second look at the mirror, because – alright, she might have spent a little time on her looks. But very little in comparism to her normal routine. It's definitely been a challenge. "You guys better listen up, because I've got a valubale lesson for all of us and you won't believe this – woah!"

Their kitchen is unexpectedly crowded. It's not only her mom and Ingrid – who's looking kinda pale, but maybe she's just sorry because she scared off Killian (although in the official story Freya will say she just had to leave him to pursue her free spirit) – but another woman. She recognizes her easily as Alex, who helped them back when Ingrid hooked up with the Mandragora. It definitely makes sense for her to be here.

"So... what's going on?" Somebody will explain. That's what they do. She's the baby of the family, after all. That is, until July (she's done the calculation). Except Mandragora pregnancies work differently, anyway.

"Freya. Did you find Killian?", her mom asks, patting the only empty chair left. "You look tired, baby. Shall I make you some tea?" Tired. Yes, that's what she lacked, concealer.

As she takes the seat she never takes her eyes of the stranger. "I'm fine, thank you. And no. I really would rather not talk about him right now." She takes a deep breath and releases it. Some drama can't hurt. "I've left him. For good."

"What? Freya! Are you sure? I thought he was-"

"My soulmate, yes", she nods, gently interrupting her sister. "And even though I still think he is, we just can't be together. It's not meant to be."

Ingrid shakes her head, she's gaining a little colour now. Apparently, stress does her well. Who would've known? "But I don't understand, you guys were so happy..."

"Some things just aren't forever", she shrugs. Her mom puts a mug in front of her. Ginger with honey.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry", Joanna says, combing through her daughter's long, dark hair. Freya leans into the touch. Ingrid is hugging her from the other side. It's comforting. It always is. She decides not to say anything else. It's nice like that.

"Maybe time will fix it", Alex cuts into their silence. "But some things can't be fixed by waiting."

It feels like the temperature is falling. All warm bodies and hands are suddenly withdrawn from Freya. She snorts, disappointed.

"Do we need to discuss this now? Freya is obviously upset and we shouldn't upset her further", Ingrid says quietly, shifting in her seat. She's all pale again now.

"The earlier the better. You'll only get attached..."

"Time really doesn't matter."

"Well, what if it does? One day might make the difference between it making you ill-"

"You can't force me!"

"Woah, hold on", Freya interrupts, this time less gently. "Are you trying to hurt my sister?"

"Hurting? Honey, no, I'm trying to save her." Alex looks at Joanna, takes her hand. "We're trying to help you, Ingrid."

"It doesn't feel like help to me", Ingrid counters. She's pulled her legs up to her chest, hugging them. A real hug would probably be better, so Freya goes in for it.

"Shouldn't you – you know – test her, before you do anything? I mean it might be..." Dash's. She can't say it. Before they became witches; before everything happened, this was supposed to be her response to 'Who's the daddy'. She loves Ingrid, but this is really too weird. "Human."

"Well. No. It's either magic or mandragora", Joanna puts in. On the inside, she's still a teacher. "Sorry." And sometimes she can't help herself.

"Still. You should test her before suggesting abortion", Freya insists. Ingrid nods fiercly. Obviously, she's grateful for siding with her.

Alex sighs. "Well, If she'd let us take some blood from her..."

"Wait! You didn't let them test you?" Now, Freya is very confused. Sometimes her sister thinks differently, smarter in a way. Joanna used to tell them that Freya was more like her, while Ingrid was a lot like their run-away and now dead dad.

Ingrid shakes her head, slowly. "You don't understand..."

"Darn right I don't. Just let them do the test, what's the risk?"

"None", Alex replies, "Neither for the baby, nor you."

"It's not as easy as that..."

"Then explain!" Freya, again, is frustrated. F-R-U-S-T-A-T-E-D.

Nobody says anything. Ingrid whimpers. Joanna buries her head in her hands, apparently feeling like her younger daughter. Alex looks on sternly.

Then Freya's phone rings. Killian.

A/N: Let me know what you think and what you would like to see :)