Author's note: I don't own anything
That morning Frollo got into his speedo and also put on a cape for dramatic effect. He walked out into the world and when everyone saw he was in his speedos the townspeople cheered. "He's back!" everyone cheered.
"That's right!" Frollo smiled as he did his trademark pelvic thrust.
Quasimodo and the deacon were right behind Frollo. "Off to find Razz!" Frollo announced.
He walked all over town and alas he could not find her. "Where are you Razz?" he called.
He searched high and low. He searched up and down. He then asked the townspeople if they had seen her and they all had said no. Frollo was getting discouraged. "Where are you?"
Frollo then came across a beach as he continued to wander, and then he saw her. She was watching the ocean. She watched as the water would surge back and forth, getting closer to her every time. She didn't seem to notice or to care. She was wearing a white dress just like the one in the dream he had. In fact, it was the exact one. She didn't have the gold crown on though. Right next to her was a basket and of course there were rose petals, but these ones weren't white. They were blood red.
Frollo started to walk towards Esmeralda and she saw him out of the corner of her eye. She didn't say anything as he came closer to her. "Lost in your thoughts?" he asked as he sat down.
Esmeralda ignored him. "Razz," he tried to continue, "Look, I'm really sorry that I hurt you. I truly am."
Esmeralda turned to look at him and gave him a look. "What am I to you?" she snapped, "You hurt me, you apologize, and I accept your apology, then we are friends again. The cycle repeats! How many times are you going to hurt me?"
Frollo grew silent. "I've had enough of you hurting me," she turned away from him.
"Razz-"
"It's Esmeralda to you!" she yelled as she got up.
"But-"
"Remember…"
"What?"
"Remember…Remember what you did."
"I didn't-"
"REMEMBER!" she screamed at him.
"I REMEMBER! AND I TRULY AM SORRY!"
"REMEMBER!!!! YOU SAID ALL I WOULD EVER BE TO YOU IS A GYPSY!"
"I-"
"REMEMBER," she sobbed.
The red rose petals from the basket were picked up by the wind and twirled around Esmeralda and then over by Frollo. Esmeralda looked at Frollo and she noticed he was wearing his purple speedo. "Esmeralda?"
"Yes?" she weakly replied.
"You won't believe me when I tell you this."
"What?"
"I had a dream about this last night."
Frollo advanced closer to her, walking slowly. She flinched as he tried to touch her face. "You aren't a gypsy to me. You are a beautiful and clever woman," he whispered.
Esmeralda looked at Frollo and saw the honesty in his eyes. "I remember that you asked me to dance with you at a certain festival. Does that offer still stand?" he asked.
"Of course."
Frollo smiled and gave Esmeralda a hug. "Let's go practice."
The two of them walked back into the town square and found a corner to work on their routine. They spent several hours practicing. "So what exactly is this festival that we're going to dance for?"
"It's a festival of love, love in all of its forms."
"Ohh!"
"It's tradition at the end of the festival for the King of the Gypsies to ask one woman to dance with him. This year he will be dancing with Rosa, or so he told me."
"You're pretty close to Clopin," Frollo commented.
"Yes I am, he's been an important figure in my life. He's been there for me so many times."
"I wish I could have been there for you," Frollo thought to himself.
"All right, let's try that twirl again."
He lifted her up to begin the twirl and when he put her down she came face to face with Phoebus and Frollo with Clopin. "Phoebus," exclaimed Esmeralda.
"Esmeralda."
"Frollo," sneered Clopin.
"Clopin!" exclaimed Frollo.
"Back in your speedo I see."
"Yup, yup sure am!"
Clopin turned to Phoebus and said, "Explain."
Phoebus turned bright red as he told them of how he was jealous when Esmeralda kissed Frollo, so he had it arranged that Frollo would be smacked with some potatoes, and that's when he changed back into the evil version. "Then I was corned by the deacon and Quasi and we got a magic potion and there you go."
Frollo smiled and said, "I pretended to drink it."
Esmeralda walked over to Clopin and he put a protective arm over her. "Phoebus, how could you!" Esmeralda exclaimed.
Phoebus, ashamed of his actions, walked away. "Get out of town!" Frollo called to Phoebus.
Esmeralda turned to look at Clopin and he looked back at her. He looked worried and she turned away to look at Frollo. "I need to go do some things," Esmeralda said walking away.
So then it was Clopin and Frollo. "Frollo, how many times can a heart break before it's too unrepairable?"
"I don't know."
"Figure it out."
"Once I guess?"
"That's correct."
Silence.
"How many tears does it take to break a heart?"
"Many?"
"That's correct."
Silence.
"How many encouraging words does it take to fix a broken heart?" he asked.
"Not enough."
"I know how much you care about Esmeralda. But you're breaking her heart. You need to make a choice. I don't like you Frollo. Not at all. I'm the one who has to take care of Esmeralda, and I see what you do to her. You are tormenting her and confusing her."
And Clopin was gone.