The baptism did not go very well. The entire time inside the cathedral, Frollo was telling the Archdeacon how he was going to raise her and how he would make sure she'd not turn out to be like her mother who he referred to as, "the Whore," nor his brother Jehan who ran off to Spain, before Frollo became the Minister of Justice and did everything the opposite of what he was taught by his older brother growing up.

Being 10 years his junior, he was an alcoholic and hung out at bars all the time and got drunk. He also slept with prostitutes on a regular basis, gambled all his money away, and did everything against the church and his brother's wishes. He also mentioned giving her harsh punishments as well if she were to ever disobey him.

Frollo was going to raise her to be, not only be just like him, but one of most educated, respected, religious noblewomen in all of Paris, if not THE most. She will also inherit his estate and lands, although she couldn't inherit his title of being a judge since she was a female.

He also mentioned that he was going to make some changes to his will to replace Jehan's name with hers instead, as soon as he chose a name for her. Jehan was to inherit nothing when his brother died. Frollo would make sure of that.

The Archdeacon then looked at the sleeping child cradled in Frollo's arms. She looked so peaceful.

"Are you sure you don't want to wait until morning to do this, Minister? The child will surely wake up and cry from the cold. I can always boil the water if you wait until then," Frollo, however, gave him a death stare. His mind had been made up, no going back.

"Very well then," he replied. "Have you chosen a name yet?" Frollo then got her to let got of his tunic and unwrapped her to confirm she was female, which he saw she was, not to his surprise. He then wrapped her back up and then began thinking of what to name her. Then it dawned to him.

"Isabelle," he thought. After the bells of cathedral where he found her, also meaning oath to God.

"Her name is Isabelle," he replied flippantly.

Frollo then unwrapped her head and held her out over the basin. The Archdeacon then sang some kind of ancient Latin chant as he was starting to pour the holy water on her. And just like he predicted would happen, Isabelle woke up and began to wiggle and began cry and scream bloody murder the entire time having freezing cold water poured on top of her head.

"Silence! Hush!" yelled Frollo several times as he was holding her out, cradling her head over the stone basin attached to the column. The Archdeacon gave him dirty looks throughout.

After it was done, her head was dried off with a towel by the Archdeacon and swaddled back while she was still shivering from the cold.

"Never yell at an infant," the Archdeacon scolded Frollo. "She's frightened enough as it is."

Frollo walked towards the cathedral doors holding her in this arms, who was still crying and shivering, and right when he was about to leave, the Archdeacon called out,

"Do you wish to keep her in the bell tower with the boy?" Frollo looked back and glared at him.

"They must never meet nor have any contact with each other of the sort! She shall be raised by me in my household!" Frollo called back right before he slammed the door as he left, blowing out all of the candles nearby.

Margerie's POV

Margerie was still outside sitting in the same spot, sobbing into the basket she left her daughter in, when she heard the door to the cathedral slam, along with her daughter's cries. She was filled with sadness and rage as she helplessly watched her newborn daughter being taken away from her by this horrible, evil, wicked man to his home to be brought up by him.

She knew that her daughter would not receive the love and proper care she needed, the love that her mother would had provided for her if she were able to keep her. But she had no other choice. She couldn't let her starve and freeze to death. Margerie, herself, was starving and freezing to death at this point. She hadn't eaten anything all day long.

She knew her daughter deserved better. She worried about her daughter's future and cared and loved her too much to let her live on the streets and go hungry every single night. She couldn't stand it.

*Her daughter's father died while she was still heavily pregnant with her, and his parents kicked her out of their home afterwards. Even her own father kicked her out of his household, so she had no other place to go.

One day while begging on the streets, an old peasant woman had pity on the young girl, who was expecting, and invited her to stay with her at her house. That was were she gave birth to her daughter last night. But due to an incident, she could no longer stay there. She was living on the streets, homeless once again.*

*details coming at the end of the story*

She watched and got one last look at her little girl as Frollo got on his horse and took off into the night back to the Palace of Justice. She knew this would be the last time she'd see her baby again for years and years to come, if at all. And it tore her apart. But she refused to let this be the last time EVER.

And she sat there for a while, staring at the hoof prints in the snow made by Frollo's huge, monstrous, black Friesian horse, Snowball. "I will come back for her again one day," said Margerie to herself.

"Once Frollo is gone, I will see my baby girl again, I'll make sure of it." She told her herself. She got up and ran off in the opposite direction as Frollo went, in tears, still holding the basket, not knowing where she was going now.