Damon was antsy walking through the streets of New Orleans with Elena. He had heard and memorized the stories about Klaus and how much he terrorized Elena. There didn't exist a being out there that he wanted dead more than him.

And Elena kept insisting that they couldn't go up against him and kill him yet. Nothing made him feel more like a failure than the idea that he couldn't destroy the singularly most dangerous thing to her.

Elena peaked up from under the hood of the cape she was wearing, and Damon reached over and pulled it back down, covering her face. "I can't see, Damon," she scolded.

"You're a vampire," he whispered back. "You'll be fine." She humored him the rest of the way by keeping the hood covering her face.

They arrived at a cottage, and Rosa knocked without checking to see if she should go ahead. She knew if she told him her plan, Damon would just fuss, which would annoy her.

When Freya opened the door, it was obvious she was expecting vampires; she didn't make any preparations for anyone who didn't have to be invited in. Rosa forced her way in with no problem, and Frank followed after her quickly once he realized what she was doing.

He held the door open so that Freya couldn't close it on Damon and Elena, and they could at least witness the conversation. Rosa was determined to take charge off the bat.

"Klaus has to be stopped. Surely you saw that tonight," Rosa started.

Damon watched her in awe as Immortal Freya bowed her head in acknowledgment to Rosa. "He's…" Freya teared up a bit. It was now evident to everyone that she had been crying. "Just let me be. I-"

"Plan to run away from the problem for one hundred years?" Rosa snapped. "Stop making it someone else's issue to deal with!"

"You don't know what I suffered!"

Frank sighed, "Your husband and child were murdered by the woman who raised you —your Aunt. And now you just realized your brother is a monster. What hurts the most about watching Klaus is knowing your mother gave you away and chose to keep her bastard son."

"He's a bastard?!" Freya asked, shocked.

"She doesn't know that," Elena said quietly. She was hoping that it went without saying that everyone needed to keep it quiet that Klaus killed his mother. Freya might appreciate that after all she suffered.

Freya looked angry and said, "How do you know all that!?"

Damon smirked. He was proud of himself because his idea was very underhanded, and even if she stopped to question Klaus, of course, he would deny it all. "Klaus told me." He stepped to his left to give her a better line of sight to him. "We used to be 'drinking buddies' before I pissed him off. Not as bad as Kol, but you know how intolerant he can be.

"I believe it was while we shared a sweet, full-bodied redhead." Damon wanted to push her and really horrify her. The point was to get her to give up on ever saving her brother. "She was a pretty thing, and he really got off on the fact that her name was Freya. When he heard her name, he got greedy and stopped sharing. He took her to his room, fucked her, then draned her, then joined me back at the bar.

"I don't need to hear about my brother's sex life," she said, shuddering. "You should all go. I'm not going to get you into his inner circle to do whatever it is you're wanting."

Damon smirked, "You don't want the truth? You don't want to hear how he laughed over the fact that his mother sold her firstborn to be able to have more children. Or how about how he was highly amused over how your aunt killed your husband and unborn child? He can't have his own family, so he was glad to hear that yours died."

"Enough!" Freya yelled. "Just leave!"

"No," Rosa said firmly. "Unless you want Klaus to go on destroying your family."

"Your mother's bastard son. The one she hid the parentage of from your beloved father," Damon pressed.

Elena then drew forward a bit. "You can help us and save your siblings. All we need you to do is perform a spell. Then we leave and let you rest in peace for another hundred years."

Freya looked at her tentatively. "What do you need?"

Rosa pulled one White Oak stake from her purse. Before she could say anything, Freya looked on in shock. "How did you get that!?"

The honest answer was they stole the Wickery Bridge sign from Mystic Falls and chopped it up into stakes. "The tree wasn't completely destroyed," she said instead. "We have these, but there isn't a spell on them. We need one added, too." She then pulled out a handwritten spell. "As it stands, using this means the destruction of every vampire in the bloodline of the original." She looked over at Damon and Elena. "My friends are in Klaus'. This spell cuts the stake off from killing anyone but the Original. We can stop Klaus for you, letting you rest comfortably. I will be honest and tell you we need him dead. It just means you can count on us to keep our word."

Freya was obviously vacillating. "You haven't said the words yet," she mumbled, blinking quickly, showing her nerves.

"Pretty please," Damon sassed, dripping with sarcasm.

It was Rosa, though, who said, "Ashes to ashes." She knew her dream the night before was important, but she had no idea why until this moment. Somehow, she knew Freya needed to hear the words that had been repeating in her head since the moment she saw the blond little girl in her dream.

Freya grabbed the stake and the spell, "I'm not inviting them in."

Frank appeased her by saying, "We aren't asking you to."

Rosa then pulled the four remaining stakes out of her purse. "We respect Klaus' power too much to risk one stake."

"Five though?" Freya asked, concerned.

"We thought asking for twelve would be too much. Klaus has the ability to overpower us and get the stake away. We need backups."

And then Rosa felt the need to repeat part of her dream. "The blond girl told me she liked the ocean. I don't know what that means, but I feel I should tell you."

"The blond girl?" Freya asked.

"She was the one who visited me last night and told me, 'Ashes to ashes.' I don't know who she is."

Grabbing the five stakes, Freya said, "I do." She then disappeared into the cottage and didn't come back for twenty minutes. Elena assured everyone they just needed to wait.

When she came back, she was obviously exhausted and had been crying. "It's done." She then waved her hand over the five stakes, and they glowed pink like the spell said they would. The light then flickered and raised out. "I've never pushed my magic that far before."

They thanked her and stepped away from the home, and she collapsed on the floor weeping. She did the spell exactly right. She wouldn't fail, not after her unborn daughter was involved—the one she laid to rest the best she could by the ocean.