Once Anna had gotten changed into her pyjamas, she went and sat by the hole. "Elsa?"

She heard bare feet padding across the kitchen and saw Elsa emerge in her pyjamas clutching a chocolate bar.

"Hi." She settled down with her back to the wall, and Anna did they same. Something seemed less lonely about their apartments when they could hear somebody on the other side.

"So. We should really get to know each other better. What's your favourite movie?"

Elsa smiled. "The Sound of Music. You?"

She heard Anna pause for a moment, as she contemplated whether Elsa would think she was silly. "It's the Princess Bride."

"Ooh I love that movie." Elsa sighed, not seeing Anna's fingers dance on her chin in excitement.

"Okay, what about your favourite singer? Ariana Grande for me! I love her so much." Anna smirked. And she's damn attractive too.

"I don't know... I don't really have one. I listen to the radio a lot, so whatever's on really." Elsa shrugged.

Anna's brow furrowed and she thought about that. She loved music, and she had always thought that everyone must have a favourite singer or band. And yet, she wasn't put off by that in the slightest. She only wanted to learn more about Elsa.

"What is your-"

"Hey, it's my turn to ask a question." Elsa laughed.

"Okay!" Anna grinned.

"So, what's your happy place? Like, where do you go when you need to chill and breathe."

Anna thought it over, quickly realising her answer. "To water. To a river, to the sea, whatever's convenient."

Elsa was surprised, although she wasn't sure why.

"Mine is my bed." She chuckled, unable to really tell Anna her happy place. At least, not just yet.

"Speaking of, I'm tired." Anna yawned, and Elsa did the same.

"We could keep talking if you like?" Elsa said, hopefully. "I can still hear you upstairs, even without a giant hole in the wall."

And nodded, then realised Elsa couldn't see her.

"Okay. See you- well, hear you upstairs." They got up, each grabbing a chocolate bar on the way and not knowing the other had done the same. Anna snuggled up into her bed, and Elsa sat up with her legs crossed.

"Can I vent, I need to rant about something?" Anna asked.

"Be my guest." Elsa laughed.

"So today at rehearsal this bitch, Belle, freaking swapped our costumes, because she'd spilled chocolate on hers. And obviously nobody believed me, because everyone knows I'm addicted to chocolate. So I cleaned it best as I could, and then pulled a ladder in her tights."

"Anna!" Elsa exclaimed. "That's so funny, though, oh my god."

"Don't play me." Anna said, joking. She laid back on her pillow. "I'm actually eating chocolate right now, as well."

"You are!?" Elsa said incredulously.

"Don't judge me, I need it to survive."

"No, no. It's just that I am, too." Elsa said.

"Wait okay let me guess," Anna said thoughtfully. "Something with caramel?"

Elsa's eyes widened. "Yes... how did you know?"

She could practically hear Anna's grin. "I'm a chocolate expert okay. I can always tell somebody's favourite."

Elsa nestled into her pillow. "I bet yours is..." She took a wild stab in the dark. "Coconut?"

"It's up there but no. I can't choose a favourite."

Anna drummed her fingers on the wall, curious to see if Elsa could hear it. She could, and did the same. They both laughed and continued tapping out various patterns until they drifted off.

The following morning, Elsa was woken up by a loud voice. "Elsa! Elsa!"

She pulled herself out of bed, walking into the living room.

"Elsaaa!" Anna called again, impatiently. Elsa rubbed her eyes, still sleepy.

"What is it? You okay?" She said, making herself a coffee.

"Yes! But look, there's this comedian on TV, it's just started, we could watch it together."

At that Elsa's head shot up, suddenly wide awake.

"If we both put on it will be in sync." Anna continued.

"Okay, good idea." Elsa found it, and they were soon giggling in separate rooms, and yet feeling closer than ever. This became a regular thing, whether it was a documentary about how chocolate is made or a sitcom, and they would share comments and thoughts and laughs almost every evening. Elsa had never been happier.