It was sweltering out in Los Angeles. The streets were less busy than normal on a Friday afternoon due to the intense heatwave. However, that just made it that easier for Freya to head out to the beach. She sighed, letting her toes sink into the hot sand. She was still wearing her hat and sunglasses but had opted out of wearing a face mask. If she had, she would probably pass out from heat stroke. Her long hair was tied back in a braid that was then pinned to the top of her head. With a laugh, Freya bounded out towards the sea, feeling the instant relief from the heat as soon as she passed into it.

She waded through it until she reached her thighs. Freya smiled, letting herself float in the shallower part of the water. This was the life. She loved getting the chance to go out to the beach when it was practically deserted. Of course, this was a private beach, but still. Private just meant less reporters. And as much as Freya loved her body, she hated having it be shared all over social media.

Her light blue eyes took in the clear sky above her. She sighed, closing her eyes as she shifted to float on her back. The warmth of the sun on her skin clashed with the cool water on the underside of her body, creating a perfect blend of comfort. In a bit she would probably do some laps so the underside of her body got some sun as well, or else Blake might tease her about her bad tan.

Just as Freya was starting to flip over, she noticed someone on the beach. She squinted, before panic set in. Okay, that wasn’t one of her assistants, her manager, or band mates. Who the hell had gotten onto her beach?

Freya stood up, hurrying back towards the sand. Looks like she had a paparazzi sneaking up onto her private property. What else was new, huh? She tried to adjust her swimsuit a bit as she walked, not wanting them to be able to get a bad photo of her.

“Hey, you.” Freya said, stopping in front of the trespasser. “I don’t mean to be rude, but this is private property. Please leave, I don’t want anything to escalate, okay?”