Ruler of Valoran

In Freljord that year, the cold was bitter and the land lay frozen for miles. The biting wind sang of Avarosa's legend.

She gently lifted the hood of her Frostguard cloak. A few strands of frost-white hair fluttered in the wind, and tiny ice crystals danced on her lashes. Her breathtaking beauty seemed to have the power to melt the frost.

“Ashe, you won't be happy with Tryndamere. Ever heard of a five-second man?”