The snowball fight had been a complete success, and Megamind stood smiling and proud as the children on his side cheered at the victory they had claimed due to his genius. Yes, his genius. He had almost forgotten in all the excitement that he had brought his latest invention, or rather addition; a new setting to his gun that worked as a freeze ray. Brilliant! With a shout to the children to stand aside he had created a four foot wall of pure ice that would work as a shield -or as the children said, a fort. He'd then ordered Minion to start building up their artillery, quickly making up piles of snowballs. He had grinned with unrestrained excitement, and in a voice he hadn't used since his time as a villain (or sometimes to Roxanne, as apparently she found it rather sexy) he demanded that the girls surrender to them, or face the icy cold sting of their snowballs. Of course, they had refused a first, but in the end victory still belonged to him-them.

The boys on his side cheered, gave each other high fives, laughed and swarmed Megamind with adoration.

"That was so cool!"

"I hope I get a freeze ray for christmas!"

"This was the best snowball fight ever!"

"I knew you'd win!"

"Did you see the look on thier faces? That was great!"

Minion smiled as he came to stand next to him, "Looks as though we've won Sir."

"Yes. It would seem so." Megamind agreed with a satisfied smile.

He wondered if he would ever stop being surprised by his ability to actually win at something, but in some ways hoped that he never did- he wanted every victory to feel this wonderful, even if it was just a snowball fight.

"Ahem."

He looked to the side, Roxanne standing there with her arms crossed and a bemused expression on her face.

"A freeze ray?"

"Ah, yes." Megamind beamed innocently. "Do you like it?"

"Don't you find that a little unfair?" she asked.

Megamind shrugged, gesturing with a roll of his wrist, "A tactical advantage, Love."

"Hmm, I seem to recall telling you to leave the weapons at home."

"Evil doesn't stop just because I'm having a snow day, Roxanne." he explained, trying to sound confident but really just scrambling for an excuse. "It was a pre-cosh-on."

"Precaution." Roxanne corrected, her expression softening as she came toward him, reaching up to adjust the scarf around his neck. "I suppose I can let it slide this one time. You did leave the cape, after all."

Megamind grinned, relieved that Roxanne seemed to be in such a peasantly understanding mood today. He opened his mouth to tell her as much but there was a small tug on his jacket sleeve. He looked down, at a small girl bundled in pink, golden pigtails showing from under her hat, a smile on her face that reveal two missing front teeth.

"Do y'wanna build a snowman wit me?" she asked in a small voice, her hazel eyes shining.

Megamind was a bit stunned at the childs forwardness- children apparently were very bold, especially the smaller ones it seemed. Plus, he could not deny that the child was..well...sorta...

"Pweeease," the small girl pleaded, bottom lip sticking out just slightly in a pout, and eyes growing even larger somehow.

Oh for the love of- Gah!

"Yes, yes, of course!" he replied, sounding as if he'd just surrender, shoulders drooping in defeat. "I will build this snow-mahn with you. Just stop with the face, it's too much."

"Yah!" the girl grinned again, bouncing. "Snowman!"

"So... exactly what is a snow-mahn and how do we construct one?"

The little girl stopped bouncing and tilted her head up at him, smiling hugely and then giggling.

"You're funny."

He gave her a baffled expression. "I-what?"

Funny? She thought he was...funny? He hadn't thought he'd said anything comical, but apparently he had because Roxanne was giggling as well.

"Don't worry, Hun," Roxanne assured him, leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek. "I'll explain it."

"Come on, Come on," The little girl was bouncing excitedly on her tiptoes, and he laughed some as she tugged on his arm insistently. "Lets go."

Megamind smiled slightly as he allowed her to tug him along- still feeling the warmth on his cheek from Roxanne's lips. When the little girl stopped pulling on his sleeve and slipped her small mitten-covered hand into his own, looking at him in the same way that he looked at a new invention, he found himself grinning even more.

"My names Megan." the little girl told him. "What's yours?"