The psychology of jokes might be one of the harder studies to be defined. There were no real definitive ways to understand what is and is not a joke. What is funny to one is not funny to another.

The whole concept of jokes in on itself has more than one variable. There are practical jokes, dark humour, slap stick comedy and much more.

A joke can usually be identified with a laugh of sorts.

Which leads to some cases where there is no actual joke, but the person is trying to play something off as a joke

This gives them the benefit of a doubt when risky things are said, but usually what they had played off as a joke falls into categories related to jokes in some way.

There are people that find just about anything funny and those that don't find anything funny at all.

It's the discrepancy between these two reactions to a 'joke' that people try and understand what a joke is and is not.

Elsa passed her study room as she ran her fingers through her hair that lay over her shoulder, out of its usual braid.

She had trouble understanding the concept of jokes back when taking psychology. With an oversight she now chastises herself with; she thought it was the one subject she could slide. Thinking that she would never be in a situation where jokes were made.

How wrong she was and in knowing that she was wrong sent a shot of pain over her back that made her grip her desk. She swallowed thickly as she looked around before sitting down on the carpet. She felt light headed.

Could Anna really have meant for her joke to actually mean something? Elsa doesn't think that something like marriage and the promise of being with the other through thick and thin would be something people joked around about.

If Anna did mean what she said then that would mean she wanted to be with Elsa forever.

That thought makes Elsa perk up slightly as excitement floods her veins, making her skin buzz with energy. The only time she's felt anything resembling this kind of rush was-no. She won't sully this thought with sins of another.

This feeling was pure and innocent. Not like the other that made her knuckles itch and her body heat up.

Elsa stands and walks over to the door. Her hands hesitate and she looks down. The excitement that had been running through her suddenly turned anxious.

Was she ready to ask Anna to be with her forever? Yes.

Was it too soon seeing as they only been together for a short while? Also yes.

Her eyes cast to her vast accumulation of books. She might still be trying to understand love, but she understands the concept of want and need.

She wanted Anna with her because she needed her. She needed her because she wanted her. Simple as that.

With one strong nod and her face laced with determination she exits her study and heads to one of the closed doors down the hall.

As a child she feared this door with all that she was. She would tremble even if she just passed it by. Now, now she couldn't care less. It brought no emotion to her whatsoever. The only reason it remained closed was due to it being borderline useless…until now.

Taking a big breath she inserts the key into the keyhole. It groans as she forces it to turn and unlock. Her hand gripped the handle and as she opened the door, dust fell over her.

Her ice blue eyes scan over the room. A masterpiece of a bed sat in the middle and a huge vanity desk and mirror sat opposite it. Everything was covered in a layer of dust, frozen in time to when her parents last used it. Even down to the cloths hung up, ready to be used for when they would have gotten home.

Elsa walks over to the vanity, her eyes scan the amount of jewellery lay on it, and all of them long lost their shine. She sneezed once at the amount of dust as she pulls a box closer to her. The intricate design made it seem simple yet fancy. Her fingers glided over it before stopping on one side. Placing light pressure to where they rested a secret compartment popped open.

Inside lay her prize and as she pulled it from its hiding spot, she marvels at how it still held its shine, even the velvet box still held its softness. No dust to claim it, a beautiful silver ring with a decent sized diamond in the middle. Something fit for a certain freckled princess.

Elsa smiles to herself and as she turns to leave she catches the sight of a dust covered photo in a dust covered frame. A picture of her parents on their wedding day. Elsa reaches out and strokes the photo.

They looked so happy.

Elsa growled and gripped the frame, thrusting it down onto the class making it shatter.

They did not deserve to be happy.

She still remembered the day of the accident like it was yesterday. How they had told her they loved her and that they cared for her. She did not believe them one bit.

She remembers waiting for them to be in their car and drive off before walking back to the garden shed outside in the backyard to return the pliers to their rightful place.

She then went to her study room and waited for news to arrive of her parents' tragic death at the hands of brake failure. She showed just the right amount of distraught sadness as she could. There was the brief matter of her being a suspect when the police tried to look into the matter, but the matter was ultimately dropped after a very generous payment to the person who was in charge of deciding if it were an accident or foul play.

She doesn't regret what she did. They didn't leave her much choice. They created a monster and she showed them what she was capable of. She's sure they knew what happened and who did it the moment they lost control of their car.

If only she could have seen the looks on their faces and hear them scream. She'd give anything to see the fear in their eyes like they've seen in hers for years. They didn't deserve to be happy and live a normal life.

With a huff Elsa exits the room and locks it behind her once more. She grips the velvet box tightly and makes her way back to the study where she finds Anna standing in the middle of the room.

"There you are!" The redhead said and moved to hug her. Elsa startled at first, but then hugged the girl back. After she let go, Elsa hurriedly moved to behind her desk and stashed the small box in a drawer.

"What was that?" Anna asked as she tilted her head.

"Nothing," Elsa said softly and gave the redhead a slight smile. Her heart was hammering in her chest. She still felt uncertain, but she's sure she's reading the situation right.

"Nothing for now in any case, let's go eat breakfast shall we?" She asks and moves back to Anna. The redhead smiles and takes her hand as they started their walk back to the kitchen.

"Why are you covered in dust though?" Anna asked and all Elsa could do was chuckle softly.