Vampire Diva Diaries- New Orleans Diva

RIP Kasia /20 - "Where Will This End?".

People will forget the things you said, forget the things you did. But nobody ever forgets the way you made them feel. Kasia Petrova Mikealson made me feel like I was part of a family, and when the realities of this life became to much to bear, we shouldered them together. We laughed, we cried. When I failed, she lifted me up, and when I succeeded she danced by my side. And she did that for all of us. Nobody will ever be able to replace her or feel the pain we feel at her loss. But we can honor her with our actions and with our words. Today we're here to honor the Life of Kasia and what she has done for all of us - This city- Her Daughter and Her beautiful Son Audenzia and Henrique will always know their mother as the Savior of this family And The beginning of Peace . We can love each other the way she would have wanted us to love.

FLASHBACK-- KINGDOM OF NORWAY, 977 A.D. / BELL TOWER OF ST. LOUIS CATHEDRAL

[Five-year-old Freya is sitting in the middle of the floor of Dahlia's cottage as she makes them some grains. She hums as she makes up a plate of food for her, testing part of it by scooping it up with her finger and tasting it before she brings it over to where Freya is seated with a smile]

DAHLIA: Eat, Freya, or you'll waste away!
[Freya just looks up at her fearfully, but doesn't move. Frustrated, Dahlia kneels in front of her and grabs her arms to force her to pick up her plate, her voice much sharper and aggressive than before]

DAHLIA: Stubborn child! You need your strength so that I may teach you to use the power that runs strong in our bloodline! That will keep us warm in the cold, give us good health when others fall ill.
[Freya whimpers, and Dahlia shakes her roughly in frustration]

DAHLIA: With that power, we will defeat our enemies.
[Her demeanor becomes kinder again, and she smiles as she gently caresses Freya's face with her hands]

DAHLIA: We can stay young and beautiful.
[Freya jerks away from her touch, clearly nervous, but Dahlia takes her hands in her own and squeezes them gently]

DAHLIA: You need not be afraid. Together, we will be the strongest witches this world has ever seen.
FREYA: [scared] I want my mama!
[Dahlia looks at her with fake sympathy, and speaks to young Freya bluntly]

DAHLIA: Your mother didn't want you. She gave you away. This is your home, now. I am your only family.
[She cups Freya's chin with her hand to look in her eyes]

DAHLIA: And there is no greater strength than family.
[Young Freya looks at her with wide eyes and remains silent as a single tear runs down her cheek].

[In the present day, Freya picks up a fancy card with the Mikaelson "M" embossed on the front from the table in the bell tower of St. Louis Cathedral. Inside the card, in perfect calligraphy, a note reads: "Join us for a family brunch. 11 A.M. Your brother, Klaus." As she re-reads the card, she smiles in excitement]

MARCEL'S LOFT

[Rebekah is sleeping fitfully on the couch at Marcel's apartment, looking distressed. In her dreams, she gets visions in short snippets of her vessel, Eva Sinclair, killing one teenager in the Tremé market and channeling the power of another by carving a sacrificial sigil onto their forehead. After a moment, she awakens with a gasp, and seems disoriented until she gains her bearings. Once she realizes where she is, she becomes confused when she hears the sounds of angry yelling outside of the apartment. Rebekah gets up and moves toward the window to see what is going on when Marcel suddenly rushes downstairs and blocks her from getting any closer to the glass]

MARCEL: [alarmed] Stay away from the window!
REBEKAH: [confused] What's all that bloody racket?
MARCEL: [anxiously] Just stay put! I'll handle it.
REBEKAH: [incredulously] Handle it? Handle what?
[Marcel runs out the door to the outside of the building, where a sizable group of people have begun congregating around. Some of them are vampires who have made a barrier with their bodies to protect the entrance to the apartment, while others are witches, including Josephine LaRue, all of whom are in various stages of anger]