Humans are easy to desensitize. However it gets harder the older they are. It is best to start the process as soon as they can understand basic things.

How does one do it?

You teach them that it is normal, be it murder or torture.

The reason younger people are easier is because they have yet to learn things such as empathy, sympathy and guilt.

After those are no longer a part of them it is easier to teach body control. Like how to not react to sounds and smells.

You can desensitize them to those easily by exposing them to awful and disturbing things.

The easier of these two being sound. A simple loop of the sound you want them to start ignoring would do till their mind simply refuses to acknowledge it exists.

But then of course by desensitizing the child one must expect them to grow into nothing else but a monster.

Elsa's dreams were filled with nightmarish memories. Things she wished she could forget, but knew she couldn't because they are what made her the woman she was today. They kept her strangely grounded.

The classes she had taken on psychology only helped her accept these memories and understand their importance. That however didn't mean she needed to like them.

Even after the events of the night before she finds herself waking up clinging to the redhead. Anna's arms were protectively wrapped around her as she rested her warm lips to Elsa's forehead. All Elsa could see from her point of view were freckles. This brings a smile to her lips.

Her freckled princess.

She nuzzles into the girls soft flesh and takes in her scent. The smell of summer, Elsa muses to herself; sunflowers and sawdust with a hint of chocolate.

"Elsa," Anna breaths making the older woman look up to her. Teal eyes were still closed to the world, but there was a faint smile on the girl's lips. Elsa trailed her eyes over every dip and curve before leaning up and capturing those perfect lips with hers in a gentle kiss.

Elsa marvels at how soft they were and how perfect they felt against hers, like they were made just for her. How could something this lovely and amazing be bestowed on her when she was made to be a monster? Why hadn't her parents desensitized her to this? It was clearly a distraction.

Oh, but they did desensitize her. They made her be physically ill just from the sight of another person being naked. Or rather, only those of the male design. Her parent's plan had a major flaw. An oversight that left a crucial error in their master plans.

They never took in consideration that their efforts in removing any baser urges would be redirected to the female design. Her mind briefly makes a note to study up on what makes a person or animal queer. It should make for an interesting study.

"Elsa," Anna sighs again and this time her eyes blink open. Elsa can't help but smile at the look of pure innocence being shown through the haze of sleep. She still felt bad about her burst of anger a few days prior. She never meant for that to happen.

As teal eyes focus on ice blue, a wider smile fixes itself onto the redhead's lips. Her eyes roam over Elsa's face as she brings up a hand to stroke platinum hair out the older woman's face. The result is blue eyes fluttering closed as a purr escapes from their owners' chest.

It's short lived as she feels Anna stroke her thumb over the corner of her eye and the memories of a few hours earlier come crushing back to smack her in the face. How had she forgotten the scratch mark the woman had left?

"Elsa, are you okay? Where did you get this scratch from?" Anna asks as their tranquility is broken.

"What mark?" Elsa plays ignorance and fixes the girl with a confused look. She brings her own hand up to touch where the redhead did and at feeling the scabbed stripe she merely shrugs.

"Maybe I scratched myself during sleep? Or maybe you did it in yours," she tries not to smirk at the look Anna gives her.

"I would never hurt you, while sleeping, on purpose," Anna pouts. Elsa chuckles softly and kisses the girl tenderly once more.

"It's nothing and doesn't even hurt so all is fine," she says. Anna looks unconvinced, but leaves it at that.

"Let's go have breakfast and if you don't accidentally hurt me again we could have some dessert," Elsa says as she bites her lip and wiggles her eyebrows. Anna blushes and hugs her closer.

"How about we skip to dessert?" She giggles. Elsa can't help but give the girl what she wants. Who was she to deny a princess?

After their impromptu escapade, Elsa found herself preparing breakfast as Anna showers. She's wearing her favorite sweater and she finds it covers enough not to wear some pants.

A soft hum fills the air as she absently scratches at a new forming bruise on her nape. Elsa bites her lip as she smiles at remembering Anna's teeth on her skin. Who knew something painful like that could drive a person mad with want?

"Mm what's cooking?" Anna purrs in her ear as she wraps her arms around the older woman. Elsa startles slightly before shaking her head and giggling softly. She felt really happy today.

"Your favorite," Elsa whispers and she can feel Anna perk up.

"My, my, my Miss Elsa. First the fancy dinner, then morning sex and now my favorite breakfast? One would think you're working up to ask me to marry you," Anna giggles. Wholeheartedly making a little joke, but she stops her giggle as the sound of the spatula Elsa is holding crashes onto the floor.

Elsa looks to her with wide eyes. They were uncertain and confused. Anna watched as those emotions cleared up and Elsa's blue eyes started to move frantically as she slowly brought her hands up to her hair.

She marry Anna? Would Anna really want to marry her? Why would she make a joke like that unless she was somewhat hinting at it?

Elsa stopped herself from tearing at her hair and looked to the redhead. Anna wanted to say something but the woman had already darted off to what Anna only assumed was her study.