When Freya comes back from the dead she can barely breathe. Aunt Wendy and Joanna are the first ones to wrap her in a tight hug, but Ingrid is a close second as her sickness ebbs away.
"What happened to me?" She says groggily pressing her hands to her sore head.
"You should be a little perkier considering you get a second lease on immortal life, babe," Wendy smiles sarcastically.
Joanna smiles blissfully at her daughter and Ingrid – as usual the only one thinking rationally – reaches down to help Freya out of the coffin.
Laughing the newly revived brunette takes the extend hand, "thank you."
"Don't thank me, yet. Freya – can we talk." Ingrid fights the urge to touch her stomach and Freya nods suspiciously.
"Um – ya, sure." Finally, the other women in her family pitch in and together they lift her out of the coffin. "I'll go with Ingrid then," she meets her mother's eyes, "I'll see you at home, okay." Joanna holds her daughter's hand as long as she can and then turns to Wendy for support as they walk away.
Freya watches her older sister curiously over a streaming cup of coffee. "God, I am so glad I do not have to wait to grow up and have coffee again!" She says to fill the silence, but Ingrid doesn't even smile. "Ingrid, what is it? You know you can tell me anything."
Freya reaches for her hand and holds it trying to convince her to talk to her. "I – I think I made a really big mistake. Promise you won't hate me?"
"I never could, sis."
Taking a slow, resigned breath she finally tells her younger sister the truth. "I slept with Dash and helped him get away with murder, but then I realized how dangerous he was getting – I thought that man's death was an accident or a defence or – it doesn't matter, though, I still slept with him. And then the mandragora – well, you know what the mandragora did –"
Freya's face is a mask and she coldly asks, "so who's baby is it, Ingrid?"
Trying to shake of Freya's icy tone she whispers, "It's neither one's baby alone. When she thought I would die after you mom told me it was good my baby would never be born – it's cursed, Freya. Cursed and lethal. I don't know what to do now! I want to have my baby, but if it's as bad as it's fathers – God! I can't believe I am saying this! Freya, please say something?"
Feeling unable to process it all she just sits there for a minute before standing up and going around the table to give Ingrid a hug. "Ingrid, I am so sorry. I promise I will help you figure all of this out, but I – I need to just process this before I can be around you – before I can help you – okay?"
"I understand. Thank you – for not hating me." She searches her sister's eyes to make sure she's okay.
"I already told you – never going to happen." They smile softly at each other, and then Freya pulls herself away with a desperate need for some fresh air. She runs down to the docks and leans over the railing frantically trying to catch her breath.
"Freya?"
She spins around, "Killian?"
The breath is knocked out of her all over again when Killian picks her up and swings her around. "I thought you were dead? How?"
"My Aunt Wendy fought the devil or something amazing – oh, Killian." She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him. She kisses him until it numbs her confused brain and then she keeps on kissing him. She pulls him down to the dock, but he doesn't take any convincing.