Edward kept an eye on the throne as it became covered in frost. If he ever got the chance, he wanted to dismantle that thing to see how she got it to do that. It might also shed some light on her abilities period.

He frowned at her explanation. He didn't see how sitting on a fancy chair could change weather patterns or effect a group of people's ability to speak. Surely, the changing weather when she sat on her throne was just a coincidence. "That doesn't make any sense. How is sitting on a chair supposed to help with anything?" Then again, how was she able to control the temperature, pull frost out of thin air, and turn the floor into a sheet of ice? Ed was sure he could figure it out if he was allowed to poke his nose around long enough.

"I don't know what's up with the people here, but the air pollution isn't going to get fixed just by sitting around. You have get up and do something about it!" His frustration was starting to show again. He felt like he was back in Liore dealing with people who believed that Cornello was God's right-hand man.