3rd Person POV
Mikaelson Compound - New Orleans
As Hayley's blood worked through her system, healing her, Freya realised something was very wrong. She saw her middle brothers running around the compound - sometimes at a human's pace, sometimes using vampire speed - screaming for their baby siblings. Not trusting herself to speak in a different language, she called out to them in their mother tongue "Bræður*"
"Freya you're awake, fantastic! Do a locator spell on the twins!"
"Klaus!" Hayley reprimanded.
"They're not here?" Freya asked pulling herself into a kneeling position.
"What do you think all the screaming is about?!" Klaus rhetorically asked.
"Maybe they're necks got snapped when we all got thrown back and that's why they're not answering." Hayley suggested.
"No, I'm afraid that doesn't appear to be the case. We can't sense them nearby at all." Elijah explained solemnly.
Icelandic
Bræður = Brothers
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