Creation of the Norhel River

Back in the day Giants farmed these lands. Some of these giants, living in the eastern part of what has become modern Frampia, were renowned farmers. Theirs crops were known far and wide, and many other giants travelled to trade for them.
Each spring the local giants held a contest to see who could plow the largest swath of land, and for many years in a row, Norhel had won this with ease. Giants are huge, and do not need beast of burden for plowing, they simply haul the plow themselves, and Norhel was the largest of his kind. But not only was Norhel huge, he was a braggard. Each year he would win, and each year his neighbours in would listen to him brag about his strength and how he plowed more than everyone else.
One year, his neighbours had enough. They went to the local shaman and she cast a curse on Norhel, making bees sting so they swelled up until he was blinded. But Norhel was stubborn, so when the morning of the competition arrived, so did he, with plow in hand. The others laughed at him. But Norhel assured them that he could do it, even while blind. And so the challenge was started. 
When the sun reached it's apex, and all the giants took a break for lunch, it became clear that Norhel was once again beating them all. As they ate and drank to prepare for the rest of the day, the other giants came up with a plan. They went to Norhels plow and loaded it with large rocks. As many as they could find, making the instrument so heavy that surely even Norhel would be unable to drag it.
When it became time to resume their work, all the giants went to their plows to start on their fields once more. Norhel grabbed his and began hauling. He was astonished at how heavy the plow had become, but simply figured he was more tired than he expected and kept going. The result was a single deep furrow in the ground. It stretched from the ocean deep into the land as Norhel dragged the heavy plow behind him. At the end of the day, when Norhel was breathing heavily, still dragging his overloaded plow in a single line, the other Giants came to him. They looked in awe at the mighty furrow he had carved in the earth and declared him the winner for yet another year. 
To this day, the mighty rift flows with water and is named for the giant who created it.