Luften var fyldt med duften af grill og lyden af glade stemmer.

The air was filled with the scent of barbecue and the sound of cheerful voices.

Jeg var midsommer i Nyhavn, København.

It was midsummer in Nyhavn, Copenhagen.

Mennesker dansede og sang under de farverige lyskæder.

People danced and sang under the colorful light strings.

Freja gik hånd i hånd med Kasper, og Emil fulgte efter med et stort smil.

Freja walked hand in hand with Kasper, and Emil followed with a big smile.

De havde ventet længe på denne fest.

They had been waiting a long time for this festival.

Freja kiggede ud over vandet.

Freja looked out over the water.

Bølgerne glitrede i solens sidste lys.

The waves glittered in the last light of the sun.

"Det her sted er magisk," sagde hun.

"This place is magical," she said.

Kasper nikkede og krammede hende tættere.

Kasper nodded and hugged her tighter.

Emil lo og tog sin mobiltelefon frem for at tage et billede.

Emil laughed and took out his mobile phone to take a picture.

Da festen nåede sit højdepunkt, begyndte Freja at vandre omkring.

As the party reached its peak, Freja began to wander around.

Hun elskede de små boder, de mange farver og de gamle træskibe fortøjet langs kajen.

She loved the small stalls, the many colors, and the old wooden ships moored along the quay.

Pludselig bemærkede hun en ældre mand, der solgte gamle bøger og dokumenter.

Suddenly, she noticed an elderly man selling old books and documents.

Noget ved hans bod trak hende hen.

Something about his stall drew her in.

"Kan jeg hjælpe dig, unge dame?"

"Can I help you, young lady?"

spurgte manden med et venligt smil.

asked the man with a friendly smile.

Freja rodede i bunkerne af bøger og fandt til sin overraskelse en gammel dagbog.

Freja rummaged through the piles of books and, to her surprise, found an old diary.

Hendes hjerte sprang et slag over, da hun så efternavnet på omslaget.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the surname on the cover.

Det var hendes mors pigenavn.

It was her mother's maiden name.

Forsigtigt åbnede hun dagbogen.

Carefully, she opened the diary.

De håndskrevne sider var ødelagte af tidens tand, men hun kunne stadig læse nogle af ordene.

The handwritten pages were damaged by the passage of time, but she could still read some of the words.

"Familiehemmelighed," "skib," og "storm" sprang frem.

"Family secret," "ship," and "storm" stood out.

Hun vendte sig mod manden og spurgte ivrigt: "Hvor har du denne dagbog fra?"

She turned to the man and eagerly asked, "Where did you get this diary?"

Manden trak på skuldrene.

The man shrugged.

"Den har været i min familie i generationer.

"It has been in my family for generations.

Men ingen har læst den i årevis."

But no one has read it in years."

Freja vidste, hun måtte have den.

Freja knew she had to have it.

Hun købte dagbogen og løb tilbage til Kasper og Emil for at vise dem sit fund.

She bought the diary and ran back to Kasper and Emil to show them her find.

Pludselig kom mørke skyer rullende over himlen.

Suddenly, dark clouds rolled over the sky.

En voldsom vind fejede over Nyhavn, og regnen begyndte at øse ned.

A fierce wind swept over Nyhavn, and the rain began to pour down.

Folk skreg og forsøgte at finde ly.

People screamed and tried to find shelter.

Freja, Kasper og Emil løb mod en nærliggende café.

Freja, Kasper, and Emil ran to a nearby café.

Inde i caféen sad Freja med dagbogen og læste videre.

Inside the café, Freja sat with the diary and read on.

Hun opdagede, at en af hendes forfædre var en kaptajn på et skib, der forsvandt i en storm århundreder tidligere.

She discovered that one of her ancestors was a captain on a ship that disappeared in a storm centuries ago.

Familien havde altid troet, han druknede, men dagbogen afslørede en anden historie.

The family had always believed he drowned, but the diary revealed a different story.

Kaptajnen havde ikke druknet, men havde skjult en stor skat et sted i Nyhavn for at undgå pirater.

The captain had not drowned but had hidden a great treasure somewhere in Nyhavn to avoid pirates.

Med regnen og stormen piskende mod vinduerne, besluttede Freja, Kasper og Emil at vende tilbage til den gamle mands bod næste dag.

With the rain and storm lashing against the windows, Freja, Kasper, and Emil decided to return to the old man's stall the next day.

Måske vidste han mere om historien.

Perhaps he knew more about the story.

Næste dag var vejret klart igen.

The next day, the weather was clear again.

De fandt mandens bod, men den var lukket.

They found the man's stall, but it was closed.

Efter nogle spørgsmål i området fandt de ud af, at manden var gået bort.

After some inquiries in the area, they discovered that the man had passed away.

Men Freja følte sig optimistisk.

But Freja felt optimistic.

Hun havde nu dagbogen og dens hints.

She now had the diary and its clues.

Freja, Kasper og Emil besluttede at fortsætte jagten på skatten.

Freja, Kasper, and Emil decided to continue the hunt for the treasure.

De vidste, det ikke ville blive nemt, men de var fast besluttet.

They knew it would not be easy, but they were determined.

Nu havde de en ny mission og en dybere forbindelse til Frejas forfædre.

Now they had a new mission and a deeper connection to Freja's ancestors.

Sammen ville de afsløre familiehemmelighederne og finde skatten, som rigtigt tilhørte dem.

Together, they would uncover the family secrets and find the treasure that rightfully belonged to them.

De følte sig klar til den nye rejse, og på en måde vidste Freja, at hendes forfædre kiggede med stolthed ned på dem.

They felt ready for the new journey, and in a way, Freja knew that her ancestors were looking down on them with pride.

Historien om Frejas forfader og den skjulte skat ville leve videre, ligesom Nyhavn, der stod uforfærdet, selv efter stormens rasen.

The story of Freja's ancestor and the hidden treasure would live on, just like Nyhavn, which stood undaunted even after the storm's fury.