Alexander Arc wasn't extremely smart, but even he could tell something was wrong. Here, in the middle of the woods, where Grimm were abundant, was a child. A small baby, wrapped in blankets, and placed in a wicker basket. Alexander looked around, and seeing nobody, picked the basket with the child in it up. A note fell from the basket, so he picked that up too, and set on towards the Arc household. Upon seeing his arrival, Catherine Arc, the matriarch of the household, looked down in confusion at the basket.
"What's that dear? Did you pick up lunch?"
"No, Catherine, it's something else"
Catherine looked inside the basket and gasped.
"Good Oum is that a child?"
"Yes it is dear. A little baby boy" Alexander responded with a smile on his face. He was extremely happy because so far, he had five children, all of them girls, and while he loved his daughter's very much, every man wants a son. An heir to the throne so to speak, and while there was no physical throne for the Arc family, there was something missing from Alexander's life, and that was a son who could carry on the Arc legacy.
Catherine looked at Alexander and asked: "What should we do with him?"
"We can't leave him" said a happy Alexander. "We will raise the boy".
"Well the boy needs a name" said Catherine.
"There's a note in the basket. Let me see what it says." says Alexander.
"Surtur".