On the ride back to the palace, the movement riding on the horse had lulled Isabelle back to sleep as Frollo held her tightly. In about 10 minutes or so, he made it back to the palace, put Snowball back in his stall, and brought the baby girl inside the palace up to his bed chambers.

The palace being so big and having so many floors and rooms, he had climb a LOT of stairs. It was the type of place that you could easily get lost in if you don't know your way around. It was like a giant maze.

He then reached his bedchambers, opened the large wooden door, walked in and laid sleeping Isabelle on his giant luxurious four poster bed topped with soft, expensive bedding, plush pillows and red curtains on the sides that opened and closed.

He unwrapped and checked her more thoroughly to make sure she was not a hunchback like Quasimodo was nor had any kind of deformities like he did. He couldn't believe how pure and innocent she looked, just like an angel sent straight from Heaven. During this time, she woke up feeling cold and hungry then started crying again so he tried to console her the best he could.

"Shhhhh, shhhhhh. I know, dear girl, I know," he cooed softly to her while stroking her head and cheek, in attempt to calm her down.

He then wrapped her back up, took off his chaperon hat, brought a lit candle, and went down to the kitchen in the servants quarters to find her something to eat. He pulled a jug of almond milk out of the underground icebox to feed her.

He then returned to his bedchambers and scooped her up in his arms while she still crying and stuck the tip of the jug into her mouth. She then drank it up hungrily as she looked up at him.

"Good girl, good girl," he softly cooed to her once again. After she finished eating, he patted her on the back, but she immediately began to cry again.

Frollo did everything he could think of to make her stop screaming, but it was no use. She was inconsolable. She cried nearly the whole night. He tried anything he could think of including rocking her, holding her, chanting Latin hymns to help her fall asleep, and walking with her down the long empty dimly lit corridors but to no avail.

He finally lost his patience and shouted, "Silence! Damn you, what do you want from me?!" This only made her cry harder. "Dammit!" he said under his breath.

He walked back to his bedchambers and sat on his plush chair in front of the fireplace. The Minister was exhausted. He was already feeling bags form under his eyes from the extreme fatigue he felt, not to mention the throbbing headache that was forming in his brain. He slowly rocked the screaming Isabelle in his arms, while half conscious, half asleep. Finally, she had managed to cry herself to sleep.

"Finally, peace and quiet," thought Frollo to himself as he sit there in his big plush chair in front of the fireplace in his bedchambers. He got up tiredly still holding a now sleeping Isabelle in his arms. He lied down in his bed, putting her on his chest in a half woken state, and finally fell asleep.

Frollo was woken up by a knock on his door by one of his servants.

"Are you ok, Minister Frollo?" said the voice of a woman from the other side of the door. "It's well past noon."

He got up and looked around frantically, and realized he had slept in.

"Damn!" he said to himself. He looked down at Isabelle, who was still fast asleep on his bed. He planned for her to stay that way. The last thing he needed was for her to start having another inconsolable crying fit. He quickly went over the door and opened it.

"WHAT?! What is it?!" he hissed at the maid.

"You don't look so good, Minister" she said in a somewhat worried tone of voice. "Shall I go fetch a doctor?" He resembled a zombie.

Before he could answer, the sound of a baby's cry came from the Minister's room.

"Is that a baby?" asked the maid.

Frollo rolled his now blood shot eyes. "I...found her abandoned on the streets last night," he lied. "No one wanted her, so I took her in, I'm in need of an heir anyways. However, she kept me up all night long last night," Frollo continued rubbing his head trying to relieve his headache. He then walked back into his room and brought the crying Isabelle over and handed her to the maid.

"Aww, poor baby girl," said the maid while cradling her in her arms. "How could anybody throw away such a precious little thing?" the maid asked sympathetically. Her cries settled down a little.

"She is likely scared and doesn't know who you are or where she is at. I would just continue to comfort her and she should get used to her surroundings and to you as well," advised the maid. Frollo was silent then changed the subject.

"Tend to her needs and wants for today until I come back from patrolling the streets tonight," ordered Frollo stoically as he got ready to leave. "Have one of my other servants fetch some proper necessities for her," he ordered again while walking out of his room putting on his chaperon hat as he walked down the hall. He then stopped and looked back at the maid. "And make sure nobody outside of the palace walls hears about this!"

"Yes Minister. Shall I fetch for a wet nurse as well?" she asked.

"That won't be necessary. I've been feeding her milk from the icebox. Tell one of my other servants to fetch a perforated cow's horn to feed her with," he ordered once again.

After Frollo left, he maid brought Isabelle down to the servants' quarters to show her off to everyone, and they all instantly fell in love with how adorable she was and were disgusted to hear that she had been left for dead in the freezing cold weather at night, according to Frollo.

Word soon got out outside of the Palace into public view by one of the younger servants and it became the latest town gossip, much to Frollo's dismay. Everyone was talking about the Minister adopting a baby girl he found abandoned on the streets of Paris. Everywhere he went, people were always asking him how the little foundling, Isabelle, was doing. He found it to be very irritating, because he couldn't go anywhere without people talking about her to him. No one, however, knew of Quasimodo except the Archdeacon.

And so from then on, Isabelle was under Frollo's care and was raised by him. But Frollo knew nothing on how take care of a baby, so he had to teach himself how to do so. The only experience he had with childcare was when he began raising his brother, Jehan, after both their parents died of the plague. 16 years old at the time, he had to take on that role. Jehan was only 6 years old then. But that was childcare. This was baby care, this was a whole new level.

He soon taught himself to how properly feed, change, bathe, swaddle, put to sleep, basically keep her and Quasimodo alive and content. With Isabelle, he refused to take any advice from anyone. In fact, he rarely even let anyone else get involved unless when he was fully absent from the palace for long periods of time or visiting Quasimodo, even when he'd have to stay up with her all night long for the first few months of her life or when she got sick, which only happened one time two nights after he brought her to live with him due to the cold water being poured on her head during her baptism.

For the first year of Isabelle's life, He kept her cradle by his desk in his study so he could do paperwork and tend to her at the same time, until she started crawling and walking. She became too hard to stay put, so he let her crawl and walk around the entire palace, although often times, she was brought back to him by his servants or guards because she would wander off into a place where she shouldn't be at. He also had began searching for suitors for her the first week he had brought her to the Palace of Justice. He treated her somewhat better than Quasimodo. He was always with her much, much more than him too. He only visited him about 2-3 times a day for a very short period of time.

He believed that she was sent down by angels to allow his immortal soul to enter Heaven and that her presence would protect him from all evil, so he kept her with him most of the time except when he was patrolling the streets or visiting Quasimodo. He'd even bring her with him to watch public executions and to watch people be tortured in the dungeons, while Isabelle was still too young to remember and understand what was going on. He also brought her to meet a couple suitors for her to possibly marry one day. This caused Isabelle not like not being separated from her adopted father for long and this gave her bad separation anxiety during her the first 2 years of her life. She would cry for him often times when he would leave her.