Dominant Introverted Intuition [Ni]: When the Archdeacon tries to prevent Frollo from killing the infant Quasimodo, Frollo takes a step back and thinks that if he keeps Quasimodo around, he may become useful to him someday. He didn’t know then how he would be able to use Quasimodo, but he followed his intuition and he was right. A couple of decades later, Quasimodo was able to lead him directly to Esmeralda. Frollo is all about long-term goals and he exudes an extraordinary amount of patience in making his vision into a reality. He tells Phoebus that he has taken care of the gypsies one by one for twenty years. His dream is to rid the city of all of the gypsies. Frollo’s desire to take out the gypsies becomes an obsession. It’s all he can think about and he will stop at nothing. Frollo uses symbolism in order to explain his gypsy problem to Phoebus. As he talks about taking care of the gypsies one by one, he crushes three ants to emphasize his point. Then, he turns over the tile to reveal many more ants. No matter what he does, they continue to thrive. Frollo tells Quasimodo that he’s going to the Court of Miracles to kill the gypsies there, knowing that if Quasimodo knows where it is, he would undoubtedly go to save Esmeralda. Then, all he has to do is keep an eye on him, follow him, and let Quasimodo lead him there.
Auxiliary Extroverted Thinking [Te]: It doesn’t matter what it takes or who he has to hurt. Frollo demands order. The gypsies don’t live within his system, so they must burn. Frollo wants to control those around him and does not stand for insubordination or rule-breakers. He doles out commands with ease and expects his men to carry them out as instructed. Those who challenge his authority in any capacity will pay the price, or be made an example of, which he does to the people that he believes has been harboring gypsies. When the people at the festival begin to throw things at Quasimodo and torment him, Frollo refuses to break it up until he feels Quasimodo has learned his lesson. When he’s about to set Esmeralda on fire, he tries to give her the option to become his, which he feels is preferable to burning alive. Frollo is authoritarian and believes in punishment, discipline, and getting the job done by any means necessary. He strives for efficiency as well, as he instructs his men to wait in between cracks of their whips, because he doesn’t want the numbness of the last lash to dull the pain of the next one.
Tertiary Introverted Feeling [Fi]: Frollo completely lacks empathy, but he sees himself as righteous and virtuous. He believes that he’s ridding the world of vice and sin. He wrestles with his attraction to Esmeralda and refuses to accept the blame for this, saying that God was the one who made the Devil so much stronger than men. He doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings, and instead of trying to understand them, he acts on them by offering Esmeralda the choice of being his or burning. He wants to control Quasimodo and looks down on him. He calls Quasimodo an “idiot” for believing that Esmeralda was being kind to him, instead trying to convince him that she was manipulating him because gypsies aren’t capable of love. He wants to continue being able to control Quasimodo, which he can’t do if Quasimodo believes anyone but Frollo cares for him. Believing that Esmeralda is genuinely good destroys the entire basis of his relationship with Frollo, because he positions himself as the only one who can look beyond his “deformity.” He wants Quasimodo to depend on him, so he can continue to control him.
Inferior Extroverted Sensing [Se]: It’s difficult for Frollo to suppress his inferior function, even though he simultaneously finds it revolting. He has spent his entire life working for all that he has, yet throws it all away because he’s unable to resist his impulses. He tries so hard not to give in to his sensory desires (his undeniable lust for Esmeralda), but he can’t help himself. He wrestles with this feelings because He doesn’t believe in giving into such urges. It’s beneath him. They go against his very nature and against the image he has of himself, but they’re just impossible for him to ignore. He doesn’t know how to deal with the impure feelings he’s having for Esmeralda. In the end, he is unable to control his desires and violently acts on them. He disregards all of his higher functions, which costs him everything that he’s spent his entire life working for, including his own life.
Note: I get why some people type him as an ISTJ, but his inferior function is clearly extroverted sensing. And he’s way too much of a long-term thinker and planner to be Si. He’s not trying to preserve anything, he’s trying to turn his vision into a reality. And he dedicates decades to it.
Enneagram: 1w2 3w2 5w6 So/Sx
Clopin: Judge Claude Frollo longed
To purge the world
Of vice and sin
And he saw corruption
Frollo: This is an unholy demon. I’m sending it back to Hell, where it belongs.
Frollo: Just so he’s kept locked away where no one else can see. The bell tower, perhaps. And who knows–our Lord works in mysterious ways. Even this foul creature may yet prove one day to be of use to me.
Clopin: And Frollo gave the child a cruel name. A name that means half-formed… Quasimodo!
Frollo: You come to Paris in her darkest hour, Captain. It will take a firm hand to save the weak-minded from being so easily misled.
Phoebus: Misled, sir?
Frollo: Look, Captain–gypsies. The gypsies live outside the normal order. Their heathen ways inflame the peoples’ lowest instincts, and they must be stopped.
Phoebus: I was summoned from the wars to capture fortune tellers and palm readers?
Frollo: Oh, the real war, Captain, is what you see before you. For twenty years, I have been taking care of the gypsies, one… by… one.
[On each of the last three words, Frollo crushes one of three ants on a tile. He flips the tile over, revealing scores of ants scurrying around underneath.]
Frollo: And yet, for all of my success, they have thrived. I believe they have a safe haven, within the walls of this very city. A nest, if you will. They call it the Court of Miracles.
Phoebus: What are we going to do about it, sir?
[Frollo slams the tile back down upside down, and turns it, crushing the remainder of the ants.]
Phoebus: You make your point quite vividly, Captain.
Quasimodo: I didn’t mean to upset you, master.
Frollo: Quasimodo, can’t you understand? When your heartless
mother abandoned you as a child, anyone else would have drowned you. And this my thanks for taking you in and raising you as my son?
Quasimodo: I’m sorry, sir.
Frollo: Oh, my dear Quasimodo, you don’t know what it’s like out
there. I do… I do…
The world is cruel
The world is wicked
It’s I alone whom you can trust in this whole city
I am your only friend
I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you
I who look upon you without fear
How can I protect you, boy
Unless you always stay in here
Away in here?
[On the last word, Clopin disappears in a puff of smoke, and Esmeralda appears in his place. She proceeds to perform a sultry dance.]
Frollo: Look at that disgusting display.
Frollo: You think you’ve outwitted me, but I am a patient man, and gypsies don’t do well inside stone walls.
[He pauses, then breathes deeply, smelling Esmeralda’s hair.]
Frollo: I was just imagining a rope around that beautiful neck.
[Frollo caresses her neck, but she pulls away.]
Frollo: Such a clever witch. So typical of your kind, to twist the truth to cloud the mind with unholy thoughts. Well, no matter. [He begins to leave.] You’ve chosen a magnificent prison, but it is a prison nonetheless. Set one foot outside, and you’re mine!
Frollo: Beata Maria
You know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue, I am justly proud
You know I’m so much
Purer than the common vulgar, weak, licentious crowd
Then tell me, Maria, why I see her
Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul
Like fire, hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning desire
Is turning me to sin!
It’s not my fault!
I’m not to blame!
It’s the gypsy girl
The witch who sent this flame
It’s not my fault
If, in God’s plan,
He made the Devil so much stronger than a man!
Protect me, Maria!
Don’t let this siren cast her spell
Don’t let her fire sear my flesh and bone
And let her taste the fires of hell
Or else let her be mine and mine alone!
Frollo: Hellfire, dark fire
Now gypsy it’s your turn!
Choose me or your pyre
Be mine, or you will burn!
God have mercy on her
God have mercy on me
But she will be mine, or she will burn!
Frollo: We found this gypsy talisman on your property. Have you been harbouring gypsies?
Miller: Our home is always open to the weary traveler. Have mercy, my lord.
Frollo: I am placing you and your family under house arrest until I get to the bottom of this. If what you say is true, you are innocent and you have nothing to fear.
Miller: But we are innocent, I assure you! We know nothing of
[Frollo pulls their door shut, then bars it shut with a guard’s staff. He turns to Phoebus.]
Frollo: Burn it.
Frollo: Until it smolders. These people are traitors and must be
made examples of.
[Frollo hands him a torch.]
Phoebus: With all due respect, sir, I was not trained to murder the innocent.
Frollo: But you were trained to follow orders. [Phoebus takes the torch and douses it in a bucket of water.] Insolent coward.
Frollo: Ease up. Wait between lashes. Otherwise the older sting
will dull him to the new.
Frollo: Isn’t this one new? [Picks up the Esmeralda figure]
It’s awfully good. Looks very much like the gypsy girl. I know. [A nasty look creeps across his face as his voice rises] You helped her escape!
Quasimodo: But I-
Frollo: And now, all Paris is burning because of you!
Quasimodo: She was kind to me, master.
[Frollo smashes the table and its setting]
Frollo: You idiot! That wasn’t kindness, it was cunning! She’s a gypsy! Gypsies are not capable of real love! Think, boy! Think of your mother!
Frollo: The prisoner Esmeralda has been found guilty of the crime
of witchcraft. The sentence: death!
[Cheers go up from the crowd.]
Frollo: [He steps closer to Esmeralda] The time has come, gypsy. You stand upon the brink of the abyss. Yet even now, it is not too late. I can save you from the flames of this world, and the next. Choose me, or the fire.
[She spits in his face.]
Frollo: The gypsy Esmeralda has refused to recant. This evil witch has put the soul of every citizen of Paris in mortal danger…
Quasimodo: You killed her.
Frollo: It was my duty, horrible as it was. I hope you can forgive me. There, there, Quasimodo, I know it hurts. But now, the time has come to end your suffering.
[We see that Frollo has a dagger. As Frollo raises it to stab him, Quasi sees the shadow of the dagger. He turns and struggles with Frollo only briefly, before wresting the dagger from Frollo’s hands and backing him into a corner.]
Frollo: Now, now, listen to me, Quasimodo.
Quasimodo: No, you listen! All my life you have told me the world
is a dark, cruel place. But now, I see that the only thing dark and cruel about it is people like you!
Frollo: The sentence for insubordination is death. Such a pity. You threw away a promising career.
Frollo: [bluffing to Quasimodo] I know where her hideout is and tomorrow at dawn, I attack with a thousand men. [grins evilly as part of his trick as he leaves]
Frollo: [carrying out Esmerelda’s execution] For justice, for Paris, and for her own salvation, it is my sacred duty to send this unholy demon back where she belongs!
Frollo: Frollo: How dare you defy me?!