Elsa sighed contentedly, after putting the first box of her things in the middle of the floor. She looked at the breathtaking view of Los Angeles out of her French windows, smiling. Sure, it wasn't her dream home. But she was paying for it by herself, and she could live with thinner walls and a dodgy water supply for that independence. She plugged her phone charger in first, after the four hour journey she had taken to get there, then went to get the rest of the boxes. She heard whistling as she approached her front door, and opened it to see a pretty, freckled, redhead about to go into her own apartment. She looked like she had been out for a walk, or at the gym, in her leggings and sports bra. Elsa glanced down at her moving outfit: the oldest leggings she owned and a pastel pink jumper with holes near the wrist.

"Oh, hi! You must be my new neighbour! I'm Anna." The girl grinned.

Elsa blushed, playing with her blouse. "Elsa." She said, trying to take her eyes off of Anna's well-formed abdominals. Anna noticed this and laughed.

"Sorry about my get-up, I've been at dance class."

"Wow." Elsa's eyebrows raised slightly. "Anyway, I should probably go and get some more stuff, um, my things from the van. I'll... bye."

Anna gave her a cheerful wave and disappeared behind her door.

Elsa didn't stop thinking about Anna until she spoke to her again, which was the next evening. She had been washing her dishes, with the radio on in the background, when she heard the most beautiful voice.

"He's here, the phantom of the opera,

Beware the phantom of the opera..."

Elsa stopped what she was doing and realised it was coming from Anna's apartment. She put her ear to the wall to hear the voice hit impossibly high notes, with incredible control.

She listened to Anna practise the song again, after she had finished it, and the second time around Elsa couldn't help but applaud her.

"Hello?" Anna said, bemused.

She heard a muffled reply through the wall. "It's Elsa, y- you sounded beautiful."

Anna giggled. "Thank you! I'm playing Christine in Phantom this summer."

"Oh, I've never seen it..." Elsa trailed off. Say something. "So, you do musical theatre?"

"Yes." Then a pause. "You should come! If you want to, I mean. It should be good. And it's quite cheap, were just an amateur company..." she continued to babble as Elsa laughed quietly.

"I'd love to." She replied.

She heard Anna singing at least twice a week after that, and bumped into her more than once outside their block.

"Are you following me?" Anna laughed one day, when they had crossed paths three times already.

"I'm going to visit my parents." Elsa told her, eyeing up Anna's jade green leather jacket and matching heels.

"I have a date with my boyfriend."

Elda's heart dropped. She barely took note of the rest of their conversation, and started arguing with herself.

She's straight.

But she could be bi?

She was wearing heels.

But she had a plaid shirt on the other day.

She has a boyfriend, anyway.

She love musicals. That's pretty gay.

Elsa, shut up. Conceal.