I stayed in the background and watched. The elder of the two lost one of his handdyed handspun handknit mittens and knew that it must be found immediately.
The Snow Minions began to accept my presence and the elder of the two was brave enough to show me where he found his lost mitten. "It was right here."
After a while, the Snow Minions' Father came into the mix after braving the weather to get a hair cut. The Snow Minions wasted no time in their attack.
However, the Father is very skilled when it comes to throwing projectiles, especially at close range.
A few more pictures of my Snow Minion encounter can be found here.
After getting dressed for the occasion, he takes time to instruct the younger Snow Minion in the art of making perfect snow balls.
And throws a few himself... Must've been a hit.
Anyone in the know knows that when it snows, a Snow Minion Pot must be made.