Just asis a guardian of the Freljord, so too is Lyrene. A physical manifestation of the frozen and flowing alike, Lyrene was a free spirit, one who loved having fun, even if to the grief of her fellow guardians. Her laughter, however, was eventually realised as an omen of good luck, as it brought healing to her allies, and death to her enemies. Unlike the Cryophoenix though, she known only through legends by most of Freljord and many only thought of her as a fabled being of a snowflake's tinkling peal of a child's laughter, never having seen her in person. All, save for its three Queens of ancient times.
At the battle at the Howling Abyss, she was there, a helping hand behind Avarosa, to whom she had sworn fealty to, sweeping icy shards and flooding out the Watchers into the Abyss' depths. Were it not for Lyrene, the Iceborn would have surely fallen; they fought valiantly and bravely and finally, it was won. Avarosa raised her banner in victory. But in those final moments, one Watcher leapt up in a final grasp for freedom... And the embodiment of that freedom? Lyrene. Amidst the cheers of victory, a piercing scream filled the skies. Avarosa rushed to her friend's side, but in vain. Lyrene fell with her captor into the never-ending depths. Her Iceborn, though joyous in victory, fell to their knees in sorrow and loss, and that night for the first time, Avarosa wept. And to her grave, her sadness brooded around her like a curse.
Centuries later, a dark figure burst into Ashe's halls. Splitting apart the snowstorm that covered her face, the figure vowed her allegiance to Ashe and to the land she once protected. No longer the being she once was, no laughter, without joy and forgotten even by legend, Lyrene fought under Freljord's banner once again, for its freedom and retribution.
"I fight for Freljord, for freedom, for eternity."― Lyrene, Daughter of Freljord