Claudia smiled, "No, my dear, dear child. You didn't lose your son. He's right here." Out of nowhere, a fetus, sporting six arms, a severely deformed face, with pus spewing from it's eyeballs growled in anguish. It crawled, mewling pitifully under extreme suffering. The Priestess of the Order, however, crossed her arms, "Be gone, demon." And with that, the fetus vanished.
"It doesn't matter what you do or do not want, Elsa of Arendelle. Your daughter belongs to us. To the Order. To bring upon God's will. And we will have her soon enough."