the children of ansel ( in birth order ) as written about in a journal kept by ansel’s bedside.
eleanor tomlinson as merewina ( merrie ) dragenson nee anseldottir.
and though she came first, she never stood with superiority. her mother’s daughter through & through, merrie became the heart of the pack; beloved sister, cherished friend. it was she who would heal the wounded and feed the hungry. she who would teach the children how to read. though born a wolf, merrie rarely turned and yet, inner wolf was never clearer in the fierce loyalty she displayed everyday. the same loyalty that saw her die at mikael’s hand, shielding families from his onslaught.
joseph morgan as niklaus ( klaus ) mikaelson.
each full moon drew me closer to klaus. it was undeniable; a strong, stubborn bond that i could not shake, no matter how much esther insisted i must. the call of my own was loud & i yearned to be near him, to raise him, to teach him. i waited for the day he would trigger his curse & need me, but that day never came. the pack was never complete without him. i was never complete without him. i should’ve done more. this insert includes many hand - drawn pictures of a young niklaus, sketched by ansel’s own hands.
eysteinn sigurdarson as cadman anselson.
born two minutes�� & seven seconds before his twin sister, and rest assured, he never let goldiva forget. cadman stood with the confidence of an alpha before he could even truly understand the meaning of the word. i watch him lead warriors into victory after victory, and he did so with a valiance not even i myself possess. he did not marry nor have children, and he believed that made him a stronger leader for it gave him nothing to lose. perhaps he was right. though nothing like his namesake, i feel in my bones father caedmon would’ve felt honour in knowing my son fought with his legacy.
thea soie loch naess as goldiva anseldottir.
and should anyone ever doubt goldiva’s place on the battlefield, they certainly never lived to make that mistake twice. my daughter was born with fire in her eyes & a wolf in her heart / claws already sharpened for war. she embraced the change on her eighteenth birthday, underneath the blood moon and standing side by side cadman, neither ever truly apart from the day they arrived together. i fear cadman struggled without her when she died at mikael’s hand and he did not. it turns out he did have something to lose after all.
harrison osterfield as ricmann ( ric ) anselson.
ricmann was a quiet child and he remained so throughout life. the boy seemed more interested in nature than people, whispering words to the injured birds while nursing their broken wing. he would spend hours with the plants, tending to vegetables. though his name meant the power to rule, he grew up a gentle soul, burdened by the weight of the moon in the sky. i could see the pressure he felt to follow in his sibling’s footsteps. i hope he knew i would’ve loved him regardless. it was a conversation we never got the chance to share before mikael slew us both.
freya allen as hildegyth anseldottir.
the youngest girl of a large family. i think it bothered her sometimes; too often mistaken for a child when she was so desperate to grow up as fast as possible. she became the perfect combination of us all, carrying herself with the softness found in ricmann's heart, but fighting with cadman’s spirit if ever required. overcame obstacles with determination that could only be learnt from goldiva, yet in turn, won many villager’s admiration with that same ability to love i saw in merrie. it was as if we took the best parts of us and gave them to her. she wasn’t just a wolf. she was a force and those that underestimated her, soon realised the error of their ways. hildegyth survived mikael and i watched over her as she raised merewina’s daughter as her own. because of her, our legacy lives on.
unseen in this gifset as beowulf anselson.
our littlest wolf. beowulf came to us as a miraculous surprise, born on a cold winter’s morning, with sif clutching my hand. we loved him dearly in the short time we had together as a family, and though i know he struggled to remember us as i watched him grow from the other side, i do not regret dying to ensure his survival. my approach distracted mikael long enough for brida to run, beowulf tucked safely in her arms. i died knowing he was in safe hands.
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