The lights, the crowd, the music, none of it registers as you watch Freya dance.

Every movement is perfect and precise, her timing never faltering. Her face shows no sign of even thinking about what she’s doing, performing effortlessly nonetheless.

Each pirouette, jeté and plié only enchanting the audience more as the woman dances across the stage. Until, finally, she’s finished.

Deafening applause erupts whilst Freya curtsies in révérence and she delicately runs into the wings.