Author's Note: Y'all can thank Dicta License and her autocorrect for the idea. The title comes from a bastardization of Vicky Cristina Barcelona (2008).

"Corona?"

"Corona!" said Anna excitedly, thrusting the tickets under Elsa's nose; the blonde girl quickly jerked her head away to avoid the impending papercut. "Aren't you excited?"

"Anna, it's the beginning of summer. We won't be able to get a room anywhere. The whole town'll be packed to the rafters."

"I've always loved the idea of sleeping on the roof!" giggled the redhead. Elsa threw a pillow at her.

"Given that you snore like a freight train passing through, I think you'll get your wish."

Anna gasped in outrage, and flung the pillow back. It missed Elsa's head by a significant margin, and crashed into a desk lamp. Both girls winced.

"Well," the redhead continued, her cheeks turning crimson as she pointedly avoided looking in that direction, "at least we'll get to meet people from everywhere!"

Elsa shrugged. At this point, she was already resigned to spending her summer break being towed around Corona by her very excitable best friend, but the petulant expression Anna wore was just begging the older girl to continue her teasing.

"Anna, which part of not going to get a place to stay because we bought last-minute tickets to the hottest summer destination for impoverished young Europeans do you not get?"

"You worry too much, Elsa," giggled Anna, flopping onto the bed. "I've already arranged it all. Did you think I was a complete airhead?"

"… Yes."

The redhead stuck her tongue out. "I'm not gonna even dignify that with a response."

"I think you meant to say, a mature response."

"Hush. You're distracting me." Anna sat up, tossing her braids back over her shoulder. "I called a friend of a friend of some guy I met in a bar once. His friend's cousin knows someone who runs a backpackers' hostel in Corona… and long story short, we got a place to stay!"

Elsa smirked. "And the degree of removal isn't worrying at all."

"Of course not!" huffed Anna, reaching over to smack the blonde's arm for her impertinence. "It's a pretty established, uhhh, establishment, with a rich history and it has plenty of character, tradition, and charm!"

"... In other words, it's old and run-down."

Anna scowled. "You are such a grouch."

"Thank you," said Elsa dryly, pushing herself to her feet and walking over to her chest of drawers. "I do try." She slid open the top drawer, delicately extracting clothes.

"Aha!" exclaimed Anna gleefully. "Packing! I knew it. You couldn't resist the allure, the mystery, the rrrrrromance!" As she trilled the last word, she flung an arm over her face for dramatic effect. It was completely lost on Elsa.

"Those I can do without." The blonde arranged the clothing into neat piles on her bed. "I am in desperate need, however, of my summer break."

"Wouldn't it be nice to meet someone though?" sighed Anna. "A summer fling with a tall and fair stranger. Strolling hand-in-hand along the boulevards. Sharing sandwiches at a café!"

Elsa rolled her eyes and crossed the room to retrieve her backpack from the closet. "You read too many romance novels."

"And you don't read enough!" Anna propped her head up on her arms. "No wonder they call you the Snow Queen of campus. How many guys have you frozen out so far? Like, brr."

Elsa retrieved the pillow from behind the desk and took careful aim. It flew in a wide arc and landed smack on Anna's head, prompting a muffled shriek.