Overlord of Valoran

That year in the Freljord, it was freezing cold, thousands of miles frozen, and the biting cold wind sang the legend of Avarosa. Gently lifting the hat of the ice cloak, a few strands of frosty hair were flying in the wind, and a few ice crystals danced lively on her eyelashes. Her alluring face seemed to have the magic power to melt the frost. "Ashe, you will not be happy with Tryndamere. Have you ever heard of Five Seconds of a Real Man?"