Although most of the sky over Freljord had already turned completely black, as it should at night, the icebound world outside still looked like a vast expanse of white beneath the streaks of blue-white magical light unique to the north, stretching across the horizon. It was as if time had stopped, leaving the land in the same dim twilight as before.
If he hadn't known that it was indeed midnight, even Ryze the Archmage might have thought time had stretched out over Freljord, leaving it daylight still.
Looking back, the myths and legends of Freljord held many tales about the wondrous lights in the northern sky. The Avarosan tribe, Winter's Claw, the Frostguard at the northern Ice Fortress, the Ursine in the mountains, and even the more savage and brutal Frost Troll tribes all had their own stories about them.
According to the tales...
Those "magical lights" were said to be the work of some immensely powerful deity who watched over Freljord, or perhaps a mysterious goddess who embodied cold and frost.
After all, Freljord was the coldest place in Runeterra—without exception! The land was bitterly cold, its snow piled high, and its temperatures remained low throughout the year. Hailstorms and blizzards were everyday occurrences, forcing the people and creatures of the north to struggle for survival in this frozen world... So, to make up for the hardships endured by those who lived here, the great, nameless being had used its divine power to keep those brilliant bands of light in the sky at night. They illuminated the land and gave its inhabitants more "daylight" than those in the south, letting them see the path ahead even after nightfall.
Naturally, there was also another story, widely told among the southern tribes outside the Frostguard. It said that when the "Three