Mushu
Sitting on top of a tree just beyond the clearing where Mulan, her father, and her cow were staying, Mushu stared up into the sky. After everything that had happened, how could the stars and moon still shine so brightly? He scowled slightly and closed his eyes, but the image was already burned into his mind. Cri-Kee was gone, Shang was gone, the rest of Mulan's family was gone... And how? Shan Yu was suddenly alive and kicking, along with his entire Hun Army. And Mushu could do nothing. Nothing!
Angrily, Mushu lashed out at the tree with his claws. It did nothing to help the present situation, but Mushu felt a little better for it nevertheless. He let out a deep breath and counted to ten in his head. That usually did the trick when he was trying to calm down, and it did this time as well. Instead of being mad at an inanimate object, Mushu focused his anger on Shan Yu. He may be more than four times Mushu's size, but that wouldn't stop him the next time they met. Mushu would make him pay somehow.
The sound of passing feet drew Mushu out of his thoughts. He looked down to see Mulan's father going out into the forest, probably to get some more firewood. That was his cue to return. The only person Mushu trusted to keep Mulan safe was himself and her father. Okay, the horse could be useful as well. But other than that, no one. He slid down the trunk and quickly made his way back to the clearing.
Once Mulan was in sight, Mushu gave a small cough to get her attention. It wouldn't be of any use if she attacked him because she thought they were under attack. He nodded at Mulan, sat down next to her, and softly patted her knee.
Claude Frollo
Frollo refrained from giving a small grunt of disapproval when Maleficent began to speak. Just because she had helped him return from Hell didn't mean he owed her any favors. And what she was doing right now- witchcraft and associating with demons- was definitely something that would come back to haunt her. At the moment, the only reason Frollo didn't punish her was because she was still useful. After all, the Lord helps those who help themselves.
He listened as several other villains began to give their reports. There were few of them that he deigned to pay attention to, even fewer that he actually liked. But even he had to admit that ridding the entire world of the wicked would have been impossible for one man, even one as qualified as himself.
When Hades began to speak, however, Frollo straightened up. Of the top three in charge, Hades seemed to be the only one with some sense. At least he hadn't made any claims to run the operation, which was basically what Maleficent had done. She might be able to convince others that everyone was a team, but it was obvious to him that she was putting herself above everyone else. Frollo also couldn't help but feel a small amount of respect for Hades. The fact that he was willing to destroy his fellow gods meant that he knew what was right, in a sense. But that didn't mean they were friends. Not by any stretch of the imagination.