Frankenstein was unable to face the death of Henry and went to Paris with his father. Along the way, Frankenstein tried to tell his father that the deaths were all his fault, but his father dismissed it as grief-stricken ramblings. While in Paris, Frankenstein received a letter from Elizabeth that outlined her concerns that he did not love her romantically and requested that he be honest about it. Frankenstein wrote back assuring her that he did indeed love her; he also promised to tell her of his mistakes and misfortunes after they married.

Returning home to Elizabeth was a comfort, but Frankenstein could not escape the sense of doom and dread that filled him. He tried to cover it with humor, but Elizabeth saw through it and knew that something was wrong. Frankenstein and Elizabeth were married a few days later, but Elizabeth could not enjoy the honeymoon due to the overwhelming feeling that everything they just gained was about to be lost. The Swiss Alps surrounded the couple as they rode a carriage into the sunset, unable to shake the feeling of dread.