Summary: Freya sub-consciously faces her sadness and the Mikaelsons struggle to make sense of the Hollow's re-unification.

A/N: Hi all, TGIF! Thanks for your feedback and comments, they're a great source of encouragement. I'm more than half way done with this and I hope that you're enjoying the read so far.

In summer, the garden had lilies, roses, hibiscus and sunflowers. They were vibrant and beautiful with life. Butterflies fluttered from one to another pollinating flowers. Freya Mikaelson strolled the Mikaelson's house compound, admiring the lovely sight. Hope ran up to Freya with a withered flower looking distraught.

"Aunt Freya! Aunt Freya! The pretty flower is hurt, can you save it please?" Little Hope said.

Freya smiled and gently took the withered flower between her fingers. She closed her eyes and kissed the flower and it came back to life. New petals sprawled, replacing the withered ones, and the flower glowed a healthy red. She passed the flower back to Hope and pointed to the sky. Hope turned and jumped in joy when she saw a pair of doves circling above her. The birds flapped their wings vigorously and sunlight shone onto their wings to illuminate a bright yellow.

She noticed a stinging pain and a paper cut wound on her finger and she sucked to rid the blood. Sudden a giant plant tentacle broke out from the soil and curled around her ankle, moving by the seconds. It curled upwards, moving from her ankle to her thighs. She tried to pull free but was unable to free herself. It slowly curled up her leg and up to her body and then wrapped around her body and shoulders. She looked around for help, and there was no one. The once beautiful garden was no more, she was surrounded by lifeless withered plants, all sprawled to one side and dead, summer became winter. The tentacle tightened around her and lifted her off the ground. She opened her mouth to scream, to recite an incantation, and nothing came out. She closed her eyes and struggled with all her might, screaming at the top of her lungs but it was fruitless and it was as silent as a grave. The tentacle continued bringing her upwards, and she watched with blood shot eyes as she moved further and further away from safe ground. Wrapped by the giant tentacle; immobilized and helpless, she watched as she drifted further and further past dark clouds...till safe ground was no longer in sight.

Sadness now flowed through her veins like how magic once did.

It was like a closed door, she knew that she had lost the magical world and that there was nothing that she could do to bring it back. The next thing she knew, tears started rolling.

"Freya! Freya! Wake up! Are you alright?" a voice in the distance called out to her.

She woke to find herself in Keelin's arms. Tears trickled down her cheeks but Keelin was quick to wipe them off. She wasn't sure for how long she was unconscious but felt comforted to wake in comfort arms. Her head was spinning and her body was as cold as the hard brick floor. She tried to move but couldn't. She tried to think – tried to focus…

"Keelin?"

"Thank god, you're awake Freya," Keelin cried out loud before bringing her into a hug. Keelin helped her to sit upright as she wasn't able to without her aid.

"What happened?" she managed to utter and would have asked more if not for her current state. She felt lethargic, and so weak to the extent where she was immobile. She felt like she had lost a great deal of energy, as though a huge mass of energy was forcefully sucked from her.

"According to Vincent, you've been weakened quite badly with magic and portions. How are you feeling now?"

Freya dazedly stared at her for a moment. Then she nodded. "I'm fine."

"Don't worry, you're safe now," Keelin assured and held on to her.

Freya scanned the area, slowly taking in all the details that was in her field of vision. She had to know where they were, and what happened. She finally figured that they were at the compound though she had no idea how she got there. Josh and Marcel had their arms around an unconscious Elijah, holding him to a chair and Vincent was in the midst of casting a spell of some sort. After casting, they released Elijah who jumped to his feet at once. His disposition was not exactly the Elijah that she remembered him to be and she wondered what's wrong with him. She continued to observe and Elijah looked around, did a 360 slowly in circles. He looked at Freya, then Keelin, and then Rebekah, and then he looked around again. Though dazed, his gaze finally settled on Vincent and Marcel.

"Hayley…" he murmured before he staggered to the side, and he shook his head as though by doing that he would shake away some thoughts that were in his head.

Rebekah ran forward, put his arm around Elijah's shoulder and steadied him.

"Brother, are you alright? What happened?"

"He's alright, give him some time to adjust. His memories are returning to him bit by bit," Vincent said.

"Bit by bit?" Rebekah repeated in shock. "Just what happened to Elijah?"

Vincent kept mum.

"Are you aware of this?" she stared at Marcel in disbelief.

"You've got the guts to hide things from me all these years!"

Despite the on-going drama, what caught her attention was the carnage sprawled in the compound. There were dead bodies here and there and no one paid heed to them. She turned her attention from them to Rebekah and noticed a huge blob of blood on the chest of Rebekah's blouse. Was she neutralized earlier? She focused and tried to catch on to their conversation but Rebekah was motioning too much with her arms that it became rather distracting…

Wait! Hold on, is she even allowed to be at such close proximity with almost all of her siblings? Rebekah is here, so is Elijah, and …

"Vincent, what happened to The Hollow?"

Freya's heart sank when she heard Klaus' voice.

"There was a burst of blue light and then the Hollow disappeared," Vincent answered.

"What do you mean?" Rebekah asked. "How can it disappear? Where did that evil wrenched go?"

"The Hollow is a spirit!" Vincent stated as a matter of fact.

"S-P-I-R-I-T," Vincent repeated with force. "Which part of the spirit do you not understand? The Hollow can be anywhere and can possess anyone."

Rebekah looked at Vincent and as though hit by a sudden realization, she turned to face Klaus wide-eyed. "Brother, do you think that she is still after – Hope?"

Klaus' face coloured changed and he was gone in a blink.

"Klaus!" Rebekah called out before going after him.

By now it is crystal clear that The Hollow is out at large but no one knows where the spirit is.

Freya wanted to help, to do her part for the family and she tried to stand but fell back into Keelin's arms.

"I got you Freya, don't push yourself so hard," Keelin gently said before wrapping her arm around her wife's waist and lifted her princess-style off the ground,

"Let's get you to a more comfortable spot to rest."

Keelin moved her to their bedroom, away from the drama and mess in the compound. It actually took her a while longer than usual as she tried not to step into blood or any of the dead bodies.

"Drink, and then rest." It wasn't an offer, it was an instruction. Freya nodded before sinking her fangs into Keelin's wrist. She took only enough for strength and she thought that she wasn't tired but her body said otherwise. She was on the bed for only a few minutes and sleep pulled her down.

It was very cold, icy cold, that it felt like midnight in winter though there was still light. The hair on her arms stood as cold air brush against her skin. She was in the woods, the trees and bushes were bare and the ground covered with snow. She surveyed the area but no one was in sight, not even an animal.

She travelled aimlessly for what seemed like ages and she finally spotted a cloaked figure with back facing her. She ran and called out to the cloaked one but it continued walking and ignored her calls.

She finally caught up with it and catching her breath, she called out to it once more. The figure finally stopped and turned to face her, the eyes glowing a bright blue and with a twisted smile it said…

"Are you ready to face your fears Freya Mikaelson?"

She startled and woke with beads of sweat on forehead.

She looked around and found herself safe and sound in the bedroom. Lying beside her was Keelin? The other woman was already sleeping soundly and she didn't want to wake her. She gently got out of bed, moved across the room as quietly as possible and closed the bathroom door behind her.

She took her time to hover around the basin to catch her breath, closed the drain of the basin and let the water run.

She soaked her hands in the basin of water, moved them to and fro before placing a hand on her forehead. She shut her eyes as droplets streamed down her forehead, to her cheeks and back down to the basin. Her eyelids flipped open to shine a bright ominous blue as she stared at her own reflection in the bathroom mirror. She took the face towel, pat her face of any droplets left, and grinned devilishly before leaving the bathroom.