She was a bit of a special case. Those wintery powers of hers already attuned with the throne's authority so much that she'd felt an urge to come here almost from the start. Still, she'd been the one who chose to sit on the throne in the end. Winter needed to be done properly, not what she'd seen in her short time here. But, in a way, it was a bit more spiritual.

"Like the one I am sitting on." She put her fingers on it, and the more that she did the more that it looked to be covered in frost, full of scintillating ice patterns, ornate and abstract. "There are several in the city, and they seem to be tied to how this world works. I do not know exactly how, but the snow would not fall properly until I sat down and claimed this throne. I have been told that it is like this with the others."

And on the subject of their earlier conversation, it seemed appropriate to mention one other tidbit. "I have been told there is one in town that without it, the natives cannot speak properly." No, not admitting that they thought of this as a temple, and the one on the throne was a god. Damnit, she had a little self respect. She was royalty, not some goddess.