I will admit, I was excited about this one. Frollo is definitely my favorite villain; he's what sparked my interest in criminal psychology. In fact, I used to be what is known on the internet as a "Frollophile." When I watched the movie as a teenager, I found myself extremely attracted to him, although I couldn't explain why. As I got older, I realized that unlike most Frollophiles who are sexually attracted to him, I was more fascinated about why he was the way he was. Now after years of building up to this moment, it was finally about to happen.

I sat in my office waiting, trying so hard to repress my excitement. Finally when I heard the door open I stood up. I felt like a fangirl meeting her celebrity crush, yet somehow I managed to maintain my composure. The man appeared to be in his sixties, wearing a long black robe and a black triangular hat with a red sash at the end. Despite my excitement, I could tell that he was not amused based on the stern look on his face as he closed the door. "Judge Frollo," I approached him holding my hand out, "I'm Dr. Russell."

"A pleasure doctor," he said without even feigning sincerity as he shook my hand and headed towards the couch and took off his hat. As I looked at him, I wondered how so many girls could be attracted to him. After all, he's old, mean, and definitely not good-looking. But all of that didn't matter to me; I was eagerly ready to pick apart his psyche like a kid getting ready for Disneyland.

"So Frollo," I said as I took my seat, "I just have some questions that I need to ask you."

"Alright, ask me."

"First off, tell me about your childhood, what it was like growing up."

"There's not much to tell. Both my parents died of the plague when I was a young man, forcing me to raise my little brother."

"And your relationship with him?"

"I failed as a parent with him. I wouldn't be surprised if he was dead somewhere in a gutter by now."

"Why is that?"

"He squandered away all his money on alcohol and dropped out of university."

"I see. Okay then, what about your love life? Did you ever love anyone as a young man?"

"I always considered myself a man who has no need for the carnal sin of 'romance;' that it is a vice for the weak, common man. The only real love that could ever exist is that for our Lord."

Boy would the Frollophiles be disappointed to hear this, I thought. "Alright, let's talk about the events leading up to you being here. Starting with the night you adopted Quasimodo, if you really didn't want him, why did you keep him as opposed to just giving him away?"

"Because the boy's life was on my conscience. Had I simply given him away, I would have avoided my responsibility from God. Besides, I knew that if I raised him well enough, he would end up becoming of some use to me."

"And if you did kill him, would you have felt remorse?"

"Remorse, no. Regret, yes. Killing him would have gone against God's plan, however that still doesn't change the fact that he is a perversion of nature who deserved to be banished to Hell."

"And even after twenty years of raising him as your own son, you still felt nothing for him?"

"Nothing. His only value to me was the price for a clear conscience and a tool for when he would be of use to me."

"So if you didn't care about him as much as you say, how come you forbade him from ever leaving the cathedral?"

"As I said before, Quasimodo was nothing more than a tool to me, a weapon to be taken out when the time was right. If I had just let him wander freely, he could have left me before I needed him, then the years of raising him would have been a waste."

"Well it's no secret that you look down upon the common man, even referring to the Festival of Fools as a 'drunken stupor,' and yet your brother grew up to be the very epitome of what you look down upon. Is it possible that because you consider yourself to have failed at raising your brother, you saw raising Quasimodo as a sort of second chance to prevent him from the same fate, not wanting him to become 'corrupt' like your brother?"

"If it were up to me, I wouldn't have raised either one of them. But on the other hand, it is blasphemy to question God's will. The difference is that unlike Quasimodo, there was a time when I actually loved my brother like a son, that is until his only use of me was to financially take advantage of me. At least Quasimodo grew up into the man that I had raised Jehan to become but never did."

"Okay, let's move on now and talk about Esmeralda. You say that you consider romantic love to be a 'sin,' and yet you practically burnt down Paris just so you could make love to her. What exactly is it about her that caused you to become obsessed with her? Why was she the only female to awaken those hidden desires in you?"

"Esmeralda is a servant of Satan, brought about to corrupt me. And her evil spell worked, for she caused me to replace my devotion for God onto her. It's all a part of their agenda, to take the minds of the innocent and convert them to a life of sin. And what's sad is that so many people had fallen victim to it, that I thought that I was one of the only truly pure beings left. So the only logical explanation would be to destroy the evil before it destroys me, otherwise for as long as Esmeralda lives, she possesses my soul as a prize for the Devil himself."

"So you say that you were under God's jurisdiction for wanting to kill Esmeralda and the gypsies. But were it not for that, would you have still wanted to kill Esmeralda for refusing your proposal?"

"Of course. She may have passed on my soul to Satan, but she and she alone possesses my heart. Had she allowed me to possess hers in return, I could have saved her from her devilish ways and taken care of her. All those years spent as a servant of God, I was willing to throw them all away just for her. I love her, and I would've given her myself and the world, but being the evil witch that she is she refused me. So I had no choice, it was either save myself from her hold over me or trade my divinity to God for my authority to possess her."

Boy would the Frollophiles be even more disappointed to hear that, I thought. They would probably become jealous from all the love and attention that he gives Esmeralda, who doesn't even want it, and wish that they had it for them instead. Or maybe not, this way they could ship Fresme to their hearts content and have it be canon. "Last question, if you were to go back to Paris, what would you do?"

"I would resume my crusade to free Paris from Lucifer's influence and purify the city by exterminating the gypsies, including Quasimodo and Phoebus for his crime of treason. As for Esmeralda, like before I would offer myself to her again, and if she refused I would kill her. Once all that is done, Paris would be saved from the darkness that possesses it and all can be right again."

"Thank you, I think I have everything I need."

"Thank you for your time doctor," Frollo said putting his hat back on and standing up before walking out the door.

Boy Frollo was quite the exhausting one. Based on the session I just had, it seems to me that there is still so much more analysis to be desired, that his mind is so complex that even he can't make sense of everything going on in there. And honestly, I just love that. It makes me fangirl the same way other Frollophiles obsess over him.

I sat down at my desk to see who my next patient was. "Hades. Well this should be fun."