A/N: This popped into my head today while I was at the outlet mall. I'm so happy Wreck-It Ralph finally got a section on here!

I hope my fellow Wrecklings enjoy!

It had snowed overnight in Niceland, and everyone was enjoying the excitement and fun the little cold specks brought, especially Ralph and Vanellope. The wrecker threw snowballs the little girl's way, laughing joyfully, but neither that nor his ground-shaking steps hindered her from building her snow fort.

The young President scoffed teasingly. "Nice try, Ralph, but you can't wreck my fort!"

"Wanna bet, kid?" he challenged, huge smile morphing into a smirk.

He charged headfirst at the fort, and a cackling Vanellope leaped out of the way, landing in the medium-sized snowfall with a light thump!. Ralph stopped just millimeters from her snow castle and flopped down on his back next to her, creating a mini-earthquake. He shivered as the frozen water seeped through his torn overalls and shirt and froze his bare feet. Okay, so maybe it hadn't been the smartest idea to come out into the snow dressed like this, but in his defense, it wasn't like he had anything else to wear, least of all anything suited for the snow.

"This is the best snow day ever, Ralph!" Vanellope chirped, pulling him out of his thoughts. The nine-foot tall man couldn't agree more. It really was.

The only thing he'd change about it if he could was how much he was shivering. It only took a few seconds for Vanellope to notice, and the moment she did, Ralph sneezed.

"Ralph, are you okay? We could go inside for a while if you're cold," she offered.

"Nah, I'm fine, kid. Let's just keep having fun," he dismissed with a grin.

"Okay, well, if you're sure... Ooh, Ralph! Now's the perfect time to test out the sled kart we made!"

A smile crossed his face at her excitement, and mere minutes later, they were pushing their newest invention up the highest snow-covered hill in the park. At the top, Vanellope climbed in the driver's seat with Ralph holding on behind her, and they took off down the hill like a bullet. The nine-year-old laughed the whole way as the wrecker screamed and sneezed. They landed safely in a snowdrift at the bottom, but when Vanellope turned to talk Ralph into another go, she found him sneezing up a storm and shivering more than ever.

Then, beyond her friend's massive frame, she spotted a chocolate-and-butterscotch-colored speck walking toward them. It was Rancis, she realized, most likely sent to escort her back to Sugar Rush so she could tend to more presidential duties. She sighed.

"I gotta go, Ralphie. Go get warm, okay?" She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He returned the embrace as heartily as he could.

He smiled as he watched her go, unconsciously waiting until she was out of sight to stand and brush the snow from his clothes. Digging the sled kart out of the snow, he continued to sneeze and shiver incessantly as he pushed it back to the apartment complex's parking structure. Once the vehicle was secure, he took the elevator up to his floor and stumbled down the hall to his room, slipping inside. He felt absolutely awful.

He took a long shower to try to warm his freezing body, but it didn't seem to have much effect. The sneezes were worse than ever when he put on his pajamas, making his already-aching throat hurt more.

He could only hope a good night's rest would put him to rights by morning. After all, he had a duty to his game! He couldn't let a potential cold slow him down! Climbing under his warm blankets on the soft bed, he snuggled in and prepared for sleep.

All things considered, today with Vanellope had been really fun. She was getting used…to being President…of Sugar Rush…and he loved…spending time…with her…and hearing…about what…she'd…been…doing…

The slowing of his thought processes and the drooping of his eyelids made him vaguely aware of the fact that sleep was drawing him inward. With a yawn, he finally allowed his eyes to close, and he knew no more of the world.