“Freljord. Snow. More snow. Hey, guess what? Indeed, even more snow. I was getting tired of the cold in my feet.

My younger brother Ethan and I were travelling around Valoran after we left our home land: Ionia. We arrived to the hostile territories of the Freljord after we had had to leave Piltover due to the fact that I couldn’t afford our foster home anymore.

Ethan was hungry and cold, and so was I. I couldn’t let him suffer like that. I put all my effort everyday even if that meant risking my life to find food for Ethan. Watching him shiver in cold felt like a knife stabbing my chest. Sometimes we stopped by a slope and I warmed us using my flames. He’s all I have left.

My brother, I swear on my life I will always protect you.”