Her mind calmed down.

"Stand up, Hilde. She said, looking at the tomahawk.

Hilde stood up, frowning in confusion. Ash saw that her gaze was full of temptation.

"The Snow Chasing Tribe owes a blood debt, and they are my enemies. She paused for a moment and continued. But here and now, you have shown humility and repentance. You're no longer chasing snow - from today onwards, you're Avarossa, which means we're family. You don't have to be afraid of me, sister. ”

She shoved the tomahawk back into the woman's hand, and the tense air broke. Soon, the celebration began again, and the joy was multiplied by forgiveness and forgiveness. Ash walked over to everyone seated at the table ,—— welcome.

As she turned away from them, she carefully controlled her grief. Her heart was still burning, but what her people needed her to embark on was not a path of revenge. She ran her fingers over the bowstring, finding solace in its chill.

She's going to get better. She has to get better.

"There are so many secrets buried in the ice......"

~Frost Witch

Most people believe that Lisandro, the leader of the Frost Guard, is a living saint who has brought wisdom and healing to the tribes of Freljord. But that's not the case, she uses elemental magic to twist the ice into a dark substance and use it to freeze or pierce anyone who dares to reveal her hidden secrets. Her past could be the beginning of the end of Runeterra Lands.

In a time long forgotten, when the sands had not yet been born and engulfed Shurima, entities of ancient magic roamed the runetera freely. The boundaries between the mortal realms and what is within the borders of the other side are the objects of fierce contention.

In these turbulent times, when everyone was at risk, the three sisters, Lisandro, Serelda and Alvarossa, were born. Each of them longed to harness the power of war, and they all paid a terrible price. Serelda attempts to take control of the Celestial Realm, but loses her voice to Twilight at the beginning. Avarosa was robbed of her hearing in the twisted darkness beneath the world, and the void that awaited within it longed to devour all creation.

Lisandro, on the other hand, fought against the wild magic of the mortal world itself. To punish her for her contempt, a primordial god cut her eyes with his claws, robbing her of vision.

While each of the three sisters has lost a piece of themselves, what really unites and thrives is the countless battles Lisandro has launched on the ice field. Together, they are unstoppable, but even if the ties of blood will fade one day.

Without vision, Lisandro chose to walk in a dream. She could see through the eyes of others on and off, but she found that only she could see the darkness below and its true face: that lingering abyss meant not only an ending, but infinity. It is death, and while it is dangerous, it is also full of potential. Lisandro secretly spoke to the near-divine spirits from the sisters, and made a deal with them in the name of the three sisters—the Overseers would grant them near-immortal powers, and they would need to prepare the Runeterras for the arrival of the Void.

Hence the three sisters and their most powerful followers to the name Iceborn. They have the ability to withstand the coldest frosts, and are therefore the strongest ones to survive to the end.

However, Lisandro's sisters became increasingly dissatisfied. Avarosa insisted that there was only one thing worse than death, and that was enslavement. Even Serilda was furious, believing that the world they had fought so hard for did not deserve this. Lisandro was caught in the middle, trying to calm the sisters' worries and begging the watchers for more time, but the unknowable nothingness paid no attention to these banal words.

The Void has broken into the mortal world in the far north, and in doing so, Lisandro's secret collusion with the Watchers has become conclusive. At that moment, she had only two choices, either let the world be swallowed up, or give up what she cherished most—Lisandro had sacrificed her sisters and their assembled allies to bury the watchers under the glacial barrier at the expense of the ice of magic that would never melt.

Lisandro soon discovered that even such a powerful elemental power was not enough. The frozen monsters were just sleeping, and they gradually polluted the ice around them, transforming them into something even darker. Now they could easily wander into Lisandro's dreams, and she could enter their dreams just as easily, each time she would give them the eternal promise in her dreams, and each time she would wake up in terror.

As the sole survivor of the three sisters, she gathers the remaining followers to pledge allegiance to her and honor the memory of her departed sisters. If the Ice can only delay the final fate of all things in the world for a while, then they must gather all their forces to search for all the descendants of the Ice Descendants on the ice field and join them in their great cause.

Lisandro and her first Iceguard tribe have rewritten history with all their might, mastering all the records of the truth, but even so, rumors and prophecies still circulate in myths and songs. Amid the whispers of the people, Avarosa and Serelda will one day return and unite the many incompatible tribes, and in doing so, Lisandro has quietly killed all those who have been worshipped as their reincarnations. And she herself retreated into the shadows, using the abilities she had been given to rejuvenate herself every once in a while.

Just as she couldn't kill the threat beneath the ice sheet, so did Lisandro not be able to fully control her sister's legends. Whether out of guilt or arrogance, the legacy of her sisters has been reunited into two powerful Ice Descendants—an Idealist and a Conqueror—who now lead many of the tribes of Freljord.

Lisandro watched over the two of them, looking for an opportunity to sow discord between them, while also redoubling her efforts to keep the horrific secrets she buried beneath the main castle.

She had to hurry, because the ice had begun to melt.

"I was born in the cold, shaped by the wind and snow, tempered by the cold. ”

~Wrath of the Northlands

Sejuani is the ruthless and ruthless warmother of the Winterclaw tribe, and leads the most feared tribe in the land of Freljord. The survival of her tribe is a protracted, hopeless battle against the elemental forces, forcing them to raid the Noxians, Demacians, and the Avarossa tribe in order to survive the harsh winter. Sejuani spearheaded the most dangerous battles, riding the Steelmane of the Güvasque boar at the forefront, shattering her enemies with her ice-forged shackles

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