The story starts with Clopin telling the children the story of the Romani decent girl, her wicked adoptive father, and the Hunchback. He then starts to sing, "The Bells of Notre Dame."

20 years ago...

On a cold, winter, snowy night in 1462, a boat could be seen drifting on the Seine River into Paris in the moonlight. The passengers were going to the Court of Miracles, trying to hide from the Minister of Justice, who was trying to wipe them all out of existence. Aboard the boat was the boatman and several gypsies, one was holding a newborn baby girl. She was about a couple weeks old, if that. However, she was crying very loudly. This could easily give them away to Frollo's guards.

"Shut her up, will you?!" hissed the baby's father.

"We'll be spotted!" said another gypsy.

"Hush little one!" the mother cooed to her child.

"Surprisingly it worked and she fell asleep. When the boat came to a halt, they each got off as the boatman said with his strong French accent,

"For guilders for safe passage into Paris."

Suddenly an arrow came out of nowhere, hitting the walking stick that he was holding. He looked over, feeling startled, to see some of Frollo's guards pointing arrows at them. A couple more came running down the stairs of the bridge and surrounded them. And a shadow of a figure on a horse came into view. Everyone knew who he was. He was the most feared man in all of France, especially among the gypsy population.

"Judge Claude Frollo!" the father of the baby whispered in horror as he approached them.

"Being the Minister of Justice for only a few months, he already earned himself a very bad reputation for his hatred of the gypsies and for the brutal punishments and executions of them all. They never received a trial, as they were killed either in the dungeons or in public view. As he approached, he gave them a cold, dark glare with no mercy in this eyes. The gypsy man and woman huddled together in fear as he came closer to them. Next thing they knew, they were put in shackles, except the mother who was holding her baby girl. She watched helplessly as her husband and the others were being led away by guards. Frollo continued to glare and demanded,

"Bring these gypsy vermin to the Palace of Justice!" Then a guard noticed that the gypsy woman was holding something.

"You there! What are you hiding!?" he demanded as he roughly grabbed her arm while she was trying to sneak away.

"Stolen goods no doubt. Take them for her!" Frollo demanded to the guard./p

She could not let the judge see her baby. She heard horror stories where gypsy children were killed along with their parents by the Judge's orders in the short reign he had over Paris. She refused to let her daughter be one of them. Pleading for her life would do no good as he was merciless. She stomped on the guards foot and he yelped in pain, letting go of her and she took off running to the cathedral to claim sanctuary with her now sleeping baby in her arms. Frollo gave a chase on his horse as the others all watched in terror, knowing what her fate would likely be even though they were to suffer the same. She ran through the streets of Paris in the snow wearing flats, which was not good for the snow let alone running in. Frollo followed close behind on his horse. He was determined to catch the woman and take whatever she had wrapped up in her arms then have her killed.

She hopped a fence with an adrenaline rush, leaving him no other choice but to go around the long way. When she finally reached the cathedral, she ran up and banged on the doors and shrieked in terror,

"Sanctuary, please give us sanctuary!"

However, Frollo managed to catch up and continued running towards her on his horse. She looked back and gasped in terror then started running once more. Unfortunately, as Frollo drew closer, he held out his gloved hand, preparing to swipe the bundle from her. They fought over it and he kicked her down with his boot, breaking some bones in her face. She landed on the steps of the cathedral, breaking her neck and cracking her head open as the snow beneath her head started to turn red. This killed her instantly.

Frollo stared at her corpse, feeling absolutely no guilt or remorse about what he had done at all, as if he squashed a bug. If anything, he was proud of what he had done to this poor woman. However, his attention was quickly switched over to the bundle that he was now holding in his hand when he felt movement and heard a baby's cries coming from it.

"A baby?" he said to himself as he now held the bundle with two hands.

He slowly unwrapped the blanket covering her face, revealing a tiny baby with tan skin complexion, a full head of black wavy curls, and stark vivid green eyes. She appeared to be a newborn, no older than a few weeks. He unwrapped the child even more, also revealing to him that she was a girl. Feeling the cold winter air, she began to fuss more and Frollo immediately wrapped her back up and stared at her, not sure what to do with her. He decided to get off his horse and leave her with the corpse of her poor mother on the steps of the cathedral.

Just when he was about to do so, someone opened the doors, finally responding to the knocking that the gypsy woman made moments before her tragic death. It was the Archdeacon. He then looked down and saw her now bloody corpse and looked back up at Frollo, who was holding her baby. Initially in absolute shock, he finally reacted.

"Frollo...w-what have you done?!" he exclaimed in shock as he walked over and cradled the corpse in his arms.

"See there the innocent blood you have spilt on the steps of Notre Dame!"

"I'm guiltless. She ran, I pursued," Frollo replied flippantly, while holding the baby girl in one arm as the second one was holding the reins.

"Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt on the steps of Notre Dame," the Archdeacon confronted him.

"My conscious is clear!" Frollo shouted in frustration and annoyance.

"You can lie to yourself and your minions. You can claim that you haven't a qualm. But you never can run from nor hide what you've done from the eyes...the very eyes of Notre Dame!" The Archdeacon confronted him once more, now pointing up at the statues attached to the cathedral.

Frollo stared up at them in terror as they all glared down at him, seeing what he had done to this poor woman. Even though he hated the Archdeacon for being more holy than him, (being the religious zealot he was), he knew he was right deep down. He knew that he would have to pay for his sin somehow, or else his soul would be lost in hell forever. He wasn't afraid of anything but God, since even he knew that He had more power than what he'd ever have. Even the statue of Virgin Mary holding Baby Jesus glared down at him. This REALLY got to him.

"What must I do?" Frollo asked with fear in his voice.

"Care for the child, and raise it as your own," instructed the Archdeacon as he was now carrying the woman's body into the cathedral for a proper burial. Frollo was not pleased.

"What?!" I'm to be settled with this gypsy..." he growled as he harshly glared down at the newborn who was now nodding off to sleep. Then his look softened seeing how peaceful she looked.

"Very well.." he said calmly, as he held closer to him and cradled her in his arms, trying to warm her up so she'd fall asleep faster. She yawned and nestled her head against his chest and fell fast asleep. "I'll have my servants look after her at the Palace of Justice.

"They can only help out so much, Frollo. You have to play your part in this too. You have to pay for your sin, remember?" the Archdeacon reminded him. "I highly recommend you search for a wet nurse as well. I don't know of any off hand, unfortunately, but I'm sure it won't be too difficult to find one."

Frollo reluctantly sighed as he stared down at the sleeping baby girl in his arms. He did NOT want to do this at all. He had much better things to do than to take care of a child, let alone a newborn baby who would need 24 hour care and attention. Being the Minister of Justice, he was a very busy man. He had trials and executions to attend, he had to patrol the streets every single day, fill out court documents, etc. On his rare free time, he would read the Bible, pray to the Virgin Mary, and foresee torture sessions and interrogations take place in the dungeons. This was the last thing he wanted to do. He didn't like children at all, especially gypsy children. As he continued to look down at the sleeping child, a thought came to him. One day, what if this child helped him find the Court of Miracles he had been desperately searching for? After all, she was of Gypsy decent. Perhaps it would make it easier for her to do so due to this very reason.

"Even this little gypsy girl one day may yet prove to be...of use...to me!" he said with a sinister grin on his face as he stared down at her, holding her out in front of him. The Archdeacon gave him a condemning look as he turned to bring the corpse of the child's mother into the cathedral. Frollo didn't want to wake the child up. She was fast asleep in his arms and the last thing he wanted was for her to start crying and screaming. He nodded.

"Very well. Until morning," he said as he turned his horse around and left to go back to the Palace of Justice.

First thing the next morning, he brought her back to the cathedral for her baptism. Much to Frollo's surprise and relief she slept through most of the night, however she did wake up a couple times for feeding and such. He fed her almond milk from the underground icebox in the servant quarters straight from the jug. This would have to do until a wet nurse could be found. She also slept in his bed next to him, just for that night since there was no other place for him to lay her down yet.

When he walked inside the cathedral, the Archdeacon was already waiting for him near the stone basin attached to a pillar. The water had been warmed up in the cathedral's fireplace to make it more pleasant for the baby girl, who was fast asleep in her new guardian's arms. She was bundled up in two thick blankets to protect her from the cold. As he approached, the Archdeacon asked him,

"Have you thought of a name yet?"

"This was tricky. All night long, Frollo had been thinking about what to call the newborn baby girl. He didn't know of any girl names since he only had a younger brother, Jehan, who ran off to Spain. He wasn't that close to his parents either as a boy, so he didn't even know his mother's name. He looked around the cathedral and spotted a row of statues, some of them being the female saints. Among one them was Saint Agnes, who was a Virgin martyr. He decided to go with that. He stoically replied,

"Her name is Agnes."

During the mini private ceremony, she remained silent throughout and didn't make a sound. In fact, she slept through it all. After it was over, Frollo abruptly left with her back to the Palace of Justice then watched the gypsies he had arrested the night before get slowly tortured to death in the dungeons. He even took Agnes to see her biological father painfully die on the rack. Afterwards, he handed her to one of the maids and had them fetch a wet nurse and some proper necessities for her.