I hjertet af København står Tivoli.

In the heart of Copenhagen stands Tivoli.

Denne aften var særlig.

This evening was special.

Freja, Magnus og Søren var spændte.

Freja, Magnus, and Søren were excited.

Det var tid til den årlige fejring.

It was time for the annual celebration.

Lyset i Tivoli blinkede.

The lights in Tivoli twinkled.

Farverne var levende.

The colors were vibrant.

En stor scene var i midten.

A large stage stood in the center.

Mennesker samlede sig.

People gathered.

Freja tog fat i Sørens hånd.

Freja grabbed Søren's hand.

"Er du klar?"

"Are you ready?"

spurgte hun.

she asked.

Søren nikkede.

Søren nodded.

Magnus så på sit ur.

Magnus looked at his watch.

"Det starter nu!"

"It's starting now!"

sagde han.

he said.

Pludselig blev scenen oplyst.

Suddenly, the stage lit up.

Musik spillede, og tåge svævede over jorden.

Music played, and fog hovered over the ground.

En høj mand trådte frem.

A tall man stepped forward.

"Hej, alle sammen!"

"Hello, everyone!"

sagde han.

he said.

"I aften bringer vi danske folkesagn til live!"

"Tonight, we bring Danish folklore to life!"

Publikum klappede.

The audience clapped.

Magnussen skinnede i hans øjne.

Excitement shone in his eyes.

En portal åbnede sig.

A portal opened.

En storvarm glød kom ud.

A warm glow emerged.

Freja gispede.

Freja gasped.

Ud trådte Elverkongen.

Out stepped the Elf King.

Hans krone glimtede.

His crown shimmered.

"Velkommen," sagde han.

"Welcome," he said.

"Jeg er Elverkongen.

"I am the Elf King.

Følg med på vores rejse."

Follow us on our journey."

Freja var fortryllet.

Freja was enchanted.

Elverne dansede.

The elves danced.

Lysene skiftede.

The lights shifted.

Hun følte sig som en del af eventyret.

She felt like part of the fairy tale.

Søren var også tryllebundet.

Søren was also spellbound.

Magnus tog billeder.

Magnus took pictures.

Han ville huske alt.

He wanted to remember everything.

Pludselig steg tågen.

Suddenly, the fog rose.

En stor skikkelse viste sig.

A large figure appeared.

"Lysalfen!"

"The Light Elf!"

råbte Søren.

Søren shouted.

Lysalfen bøjede sig og smilte.

The Light Elf bowed and smiled.

"Tak fordi I kom."

"Thank you for coming."

Elverkongen trådte frem igen.

The Elf King stepped forward again.

"Vi mødes ofte, men kun her i Tivoli," sagde han.

"We meet often, but only here in Tivoli," he said.

"Tak for jeres besøg.

"Thank you for your visit.

Husk at tro på eventyr."

Remember to believe in fairy tales."

Lyset ændrede farve igen.

The lights changed color again.

Figuren forsvandt.

The figures disappeared.

Folk klappede.

People clapped.

Forestillingen var slut.

The performance was over.

Freja, Magnus og Søren stod stille.

Freja, Magnus, and Søren stood still.

Freja sukkede.

Freja sighed.

"Det var magisk," sagde hun.

"It was magical," she said.

Søren nikkede.

Søren nodded.

"Det var utroligt at møde Elverkongen," tilføjede han.

"It was amazing to meet the Elf King," he added.

De gik hjemad.

They walked home.

Tivoli Gardens forsvandt i mørket.

Tivoli Gardens vanished into the darkness.

Men i deres hjerter levede magien videre.

But in their hearts, the magic lived on.

Freja så op på månen.

Freja looked up at the moon.

"Vi ses næste år," hviskede hun.

"See you next year," she whispered.

Magnus tog hendes hånd.

Magnus took her hand.

"Ja, det gør vi," sagde han.

"Yes, we will," he said.

Eventyret var slut for nu.

The adventure was over for now.

Men det store i små øjeblikke ville altid minde dem om magien.

But the magic in small moments would always remind them of the wonder.