WIR/Frozen: Jealous

"Who's that guy?"

Ralph followed his friend's gaze for a moment, then shrugged. "Oh, that's just Hans."

"The one flirting with your girlfriend?"

Ralph's eyes shot up at that, taking in the scene before him a little more clearly. He hadn't noticed it was Elsa before, as all he could see was the back of her head. He waved it off. "They're just talking."

"No, Ralph, we're just talking. He-" Vanellope stopped for a moment, watching as Hans started to tenderly stroke his hand up and down Elsa's arm. "-is flirting."

The wrecker found himself staring for a moment longer, then forcefully tore his eyes away, shrugging it off again. "That's just how Hans is." He started, his sentence getting faster and slower, depending on the speed of Hans' arm strokes. "Elsa says he's very...friendly."

Vanellope chuckled. "Gee, Ralph, I never took you as the jealous type."

"Jealous?" Ralph scoffed. "What makes you think I'm jealous?"

She smirked, her eyes traveling downward to their table. Or, at least, what used to be their table.

Ralph lifted his clenched fists from the now broken pile of wood, wiping his palms together.

Vanellope chuckled again. "Don't worry. It's okay to be jealous."

"I'm not jealous," He said through clenched teeth.

"Sure, sure," She rolled her eyes. "Just try to take it easy, okay, big fella?"

Ralph tried to control his harsh breathing, as he and Vanellope watched Hans finally leave Elsa, with a simple (albeit long) kiss of the hand. He couldn't be sure, but Ralph was almost certain Hans glanced up at him after the kiss, with a strange smirk on his face.

Vanellope raised her eyebrows in surprise, her gaze traveling from the broken table, then back to Hans. "Then again," She started, her eyes on the wood pile. "I have always wanted to see you do that to a person."