Zelda takes a blanket first, and bows second. Many of the locals already know her name, if not her appearance, as Goddess of Knowledge. For the others... she doesn't really care to share. She's finding she enjoys not being royalty in most people's minds.

"Thank you, Alva." She wraps the blanket tight around her shoulders. Inside and away from the wind she's much colder than she had realized.

"Your temple is lovely, Elsa."