Sigrid's view of the house is blocked by Elijah. She could walk through him to get a better view, but rather didn't. The idea of walking through Elijah creeped her out, besides that, she now got a nice view of his broad shoulders. Reluctantly looking past those shoulders, she notices how the house was in a dilapidated state, but surprisingly enough, it did have electricity. Memories of the first time she had been in a lamp-lit room flash before her eyes, the commencement of electricity had felt so new and wondrous, it had saddened her to not be able to share her excitement.

"Rose-Marie. Is there somewhere we can talk?"

"Rosie?" Sigrid's head shoots up at the mention of the name. She had run into a certain 'Rose-Marie' a few times during the past centuries. Sigrid peeks past Elijah's shoulder and grins at the sight of the familiar face. Rose was physically almost unaltered because of her vampire nature, but her hair was shorter and the look in her eyes was surprisingly determined. Sigrid even dared to say there was a hesitant shimmer of hope visible. "Short hair looks good on you, but I do miss the blonde locks you fashioned the last time I saw you."

"Yes, in here." A semi-apologetic smile crosses Rose's face. Despite her age, it was difficult to stand eye to eye with one of the most highly esteemed and powerful creatures to walk this earth. "You have to forgive the house."

"Oh, no, what's a little dirt? I completely understand." Elijah grins, not opposed to the light-hearted tone of the conversation.

Sigrid feels her cheeks heat when she sees Elijah's smile, reminiscing how he had smiled at her when she was still alive.

With an easy hand movement, Elijah swings the door shut and wanders into the room, swiftly taking in the layout of the first floor.

Sigrid quickly steps inside before the door closes. There weren't exactly boundaries when it came to her coming and going, but she liked to imagine that Elijah had left the door open for her sake.

"So tell me, what is it that gives you the courage to call me?" Elijah was known for being patient, but that didn't mean they had to extend the small talk. If he had been in a worse mood he would have grabbed Rose by the throat long ago and forced the revelation out of her. He understood that the vampire believed she was in a negotiating position and that he would be willing to make one of his deals with her. It wasn't hard to guess what she wanted.

"I wanted my freedom. I'm tired of running. You in a position to grant me that?" Rose asks, shoulders slumped a little at the relaxed attitude of the Original. He seemed to be willing to listen to her.

Elijah grimaces when his back is turned to the other vampire. He didn't like Rose's tone. Of course, he could give her what she desired, but there was no need to get ahead of herself, he would decide if what she had to offer was worthy of her freedom, his forgiveness. "I have complete authority to grant pardon to you and your little pet. What is his name these days? Trevor. If I so see fit."

Rose ignores the title Elijah had used for Trevor. He had been her only family for the past 500 years, he deserved more credit in her opinion, but knew better than to speak that thought. "Katerina Petrova?"

"I'm listening."

"She didn't burn in the church in 1864."

"Continue." Elijah swallows the annoyed rumble that was about to escape. He hoped dearly this woman was capable of speaking more than one sentence at the time, or he might have to kill her purely for the fact she was wasting precious time.

Sigrid speedily settles herself on the armrest of the chair Elijah was now seated on, longing for some form of intimacy. The past few months with Freya had been fine, but uneventful. She had of course told Freya all about the Mikaelsons and all that had happened these past hundred years, amusing herself with her own anecdotes, but talking to a glass casket wasn't everything. Sigrid had kept trying to touch the coffin, to open it, but of course, nothing had happened.

Elijah moves a fraction, almost unnoticeable for anyone else. Sigrid freezes, hoping he had felt her presence, but nothing else indicated that such a thing had happened. She deflates a little at this before bringing her attention back to the conversation that was happening before her.

"She survived." Rose holds in her breath, carefully gauging Elijah's reaction.

"I could have told you the same thing, that girl knows how to endure." Sigrid sighs. Being a ghost of some sort really did offer one some perspective. She knew Rose hadn't upset Niklaus and Elijah on purpose and was simply played by Katerina, who only wished to survive. Sigrid remembers running into the doppelgänger a few years ago, she seemed to be doing well for herself, a lot better than Rose and Trevor at least.

"Where is she?" Elijah asks shortly.

Rose's brow furrows and her shoulders tense involuntarily, preparing herself for an impending attack. "You don't seem surprised by this."

"Oh, when you called and invited me into this armpit of civilization, which is a mere three hours from the town we know as Mystic Falls, I surmised it had everything to do with Katerina." The twitch of Elijah's left eye was the only sign that he wasn't as calm as he pretended to be. Besides the doppelgänger, there was one other person who was related to the town. But he found it hard to believe that the 500-year-old vampire even knew of his deceased mate's existence. He blinks away the intrusive images of her bright smile and gleaming eyes, those visions still hurt.

"Armpit of civilization? You are turning in a bit of a snob, it used to be your home as well." Sigrid grumbles, the urge to smack her ghost-hand through the back of his head was increasing by the second. He had some nerve to insult the place where they had grown up together, where she was buried.

"Do you have her in your possession?" Elijah asks, concentrating on the business at hand.

"I thought we had learned from past mistakes, 'Lijah. You can not possess girls." Sigrid scolds before a small blush forms on her cheeks. She was a progressive woman and women nowadays were very much their own person and didn't seem afraid to vocalize those beliefs, but Sigrid had secretly loved it when Elijah had called her his.

"No, but I have better. I have her doppelgänger." Rose's expression was almost triumphant. She was admittedly quite proud of the entire undertaking. It was a struggle and she and Trevor had taken more risks in two days than in the last 500 years together, but it would be worth it.

Sigrid's eyes widen, there was another one. She can't bite back the irritated grumble. Both Tatia and Katerina had caught the eye of Niklaus and Elijah, which had annoyed her quite a bit. Their shared face was surely the instigator of this.

"That's impossible, her family line ended with her. I know that for fact." Elijah grits out, eyes narrowed suspiciously at the female.

Sigrid notices how Elijah flexes his jaw, he had picked that habit up as a teenager and still did so when things took an unexpected turn. He always wanted to be the best-informed person in the room.

"The facts are wrong."

Elijah disregards Rose's almost smug expression and fabricates a blank expression himself. "Well, show her to me."

Noticing Elijah's hidden eagerness, Rose decides to take her shot. She needed reassurance or all would have been for nothing. "Elijah, you are a man of honor, you should be trusted, but I want to hear you say it again."

"You have my word that I will pardon you." Elijah replies in an almost bored tone. He wanted to see the doppelgänger with his own eyes, and the longer this dreaded conversation lasted, the more likely it was that both Rose and Trevor would lose their hearts.

"Follow me."

Sigrid skips through the hall, ahead of Rose and Elijah, ending up in what seemed to be the living room. The boarded-up windows catch her eye, and she is reminded of the fact that Rose did not possess a daylight ring. She wonders how the vampire had managed to stay alive for over 500 years without one, it was astonishing really.

Her gaze shifts to the girl that was nervously pacing. Sigrid narrows her eyes slightly, she was an exact copy of Katerina and Tatia, as expected. It was bizarre. The brunette only lacked Katerina's confident stance and Tatia's vivacious smile, but she could imagine there wasn't much to smile for in her current predicament. A feeling of pity came over Sigrid, the girl faced the same cruel fate as Tatia and Katerina. Either she would end up dead, or she would end up on their bad side, a fate almost worse than death. Sigrid sighs sadly. "You must be the newest doppelgänger. Oh, I'm really going to despise seeing Elijah fall for you."

Beside her, Elijah halts, eyes widening in surprise. Without another word, he rushes forward, ignoring the cowering male vampire in the corner of the room. He halts in front of the girl, hearing the sharp intake of breath and her increased heartbeat. Bending down until his nose is near her jugular, he smells.

Sigrid scowls, not at all fond of having to see Elijah sniff the girl's neck, but then again, he had done worse in the many years of her absence. She had avoided Elijah for a couple of decades when he was getting a little too friendly with some New Orleans witch. She knew she couldn't be mad at him, not really, but it wasn't easy either.

Elijah's nose twitches and his brows furrow. "Human. It's impossible."

Sigrid steps ahead, walking around Elijah and the doppelgänger, noticing the red spots on the girl's shirt, she lets her fingers hover near it. "Did Rosie hurt you? No... she wouldn't dare hurt her only bargaining chip." She immediately wonders how much the human girl understood about the situation she was in. Would she know about the supernatural world, or would she simply die oblivious?

Rising back to his full height, Elijah scans the girl's face, searching for any difference from her predecessors, his search came up short. "Hello there."