Upon her throne composed of ice, a unique and beautiful ability she obtained after slaying one of the other Gods in a short and overwhelming battle. Lydia felt the other Gods making movements, but there's one in particular she recognises; Thantos. With a devilish grin covering her face, she rises from her seat and walks down it's set of stairs into the ballroom of her castle, then to the balcony. Extending her left arm towards the sky, she releases a blast of condensed ice that shoots into the atmosohere and disperses amongst the clouds. This causes the once light and bright sky to darken almost in an instant. A snowstorm was coming in the middle of summer, and a powerful one at that, she crushes her right fist and makes a delicate replica of Thantos' face, perfect with every detail. Lydia eyes the masterpiece, then crushes it with no remorse, "Winter is coming early Thantos....and this time....i'm going for the jugular", she says in a light, yet completely menacing tone, her voice emphasizing on her malicious intent, she slowly forms into a flurry of snow and blows with the wind. Her destination? Olympus. Get ready Thantos, it's about to get chilly.