The Originals Prefrences And Imagines

A Thousand Years

Imagine being taken with Freya by Dahlia.

"And her," Dahlia nodded to you as your mother held you close.

"B-but she's the second born," Esther's eyes went wide, "You already took Freya, please!"

"They are twins," Dahlia grinned an evil grin, "Twins are very powerful, they are both first born....you made a deal, Esther!"

Your mother delivered you to Dahlia and your aunt pulled you away. You and Freya both screamed out for your mother and Finn but they never came.
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"Do you think Mama will miss us?" You and Freya huddled close to the fire as Dahlia was preparing food.

"She doesn't care about us," Freya huffed, "She gave us away...I hate her!"

"Freya, no!" You exclaimed, "Mama-"

"Forget about her, children," Dahlia gave a wicked smile as she approached you, "She sold you...if you are to miss anyone it would be your little brother."

"And Papa?" You looked up.

A look of disgust crossed your aunt's face.
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"We will be immortal," Dahlia caught twelve year old Freya's hands, "Well, the closest thing to it. Your sister, she is an easy price to pay to perfect the spell."

"I don't want to," The blonde pulled away, "I refuse to be my mother!"

"If all goes well she will awake next week!"

"And what if she doesn't!!" Freya exclaimed, the trees began to shake, "What if she sleeps forever!!!"

"Calm down, Freya," Dahlia caught the girl's arms, "Sing our song."

Freya and Dahlia hummed together.

"There, calm," Dahlia gave a breath of relief, "Now, do not overreact but... I have already preformed the spell on your twin."

"WHAT!!!"
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"And she didn't wake by the next week," Freya looked down.

Elijah placed a hand on his elder sister's shoulder.

"I think I have finally found her," Freya looked to Klaus with a begging expression, "Please help me find her...."

"What did you say her name is again," Hayley lent in the doorway.

"Y/n," Freya's voice caught on your name.

"Where is she, Freya?" Klaus asked, holding his daughter close.

"Frey!" Hope exclaimed and Klaus smiled down at her, patting her cheek softly.

"At a paranormal museum," Freya stood up, moving to the laptop, "Because she hasn't aged a day."

She showed them the photo of your exhibit, you lay in a glass coffin looking like some kind of Snow White. You looked like you could wake up at any moment.

"She's so young," Hayley's hand flew to her mouth, "She's just a little girl, Dahlia was a psychopath." 

"She was twelve," Freya said sadly, looking down, "When it happened..."

"Off to Mummy," Klaus said to his daughter, he brushed his lips against her head.

He stood up, walked over to Hayley passing her the child.

"I'd advise everyone to prepare yourselves," Klaus nodded, he turned to Hayley, "Can you see if Mary will take her on such short notice? Because we have a heist to pull and we will need all hands on deck."

Freya grinned