The great rock that bears the name of Frid is tied to the memory of a young shepherd from Champdepraz that loved and was loved by a fairy. Every day they would meet near that rock. The other fairies, envious of her happiness, decided to take her beloved away from her. Without being noticed they cut a piece of cloth from her dress so that her goat hooves would show whenever she would sit down. Horrified, Frid ran faraway, deaf to all cries, whilst the unhappy fairy, filled with despair, cried and struck her fists against the rock. It was then that Frid’s rock broke in two, crying out in pain. For a long time the fairy waited by the rock for her young shepherd to return, wasting away in her grief until disappearing into a cloud: blown by the wind, still today she continues the useless search for her beloved, lightly floating on the banks of the lake. Around Sé-Frid, where long ago there were emerald green prairies, the ground is now dry and brittle.