Freja gik hånd i hånd med sin mand Jens og deres datter Lise gennem Tivolis vinterlandskab.

Freja walked hand in hand with her husband Jens and their daughter Lise through Tivoli's winter landscape.

De blinkende lys hang som stjerner i træerne, og snefnuggene faldt blidt omkring dem.

The twinkling lights hung like stars in the trees, and snowflakes gently fell around them.

Der var en duft af brændte mandler, som blandede sig med latteren fra børn på rutsjebanerne.

There was a scent of roasted almonds mixed with the laughter of children on the roller coasters.

Freja kiggede sig rundt.

Freja looked around.

Hun forsøgte at finde et genkendeligt sted fra hendes barndom.

She tried to find a recognizable place from her childhood.

For mange år siden, havde hendes forældre taget hende til Tivoli ved juletid.

Many years ago, her parents had taken her to Tivoli at Christmastime.

Dengang føltes det som et eventyr.

Back then, it felt like an adventure.

Nu var det nostalgien, der trak i hende.

Now it was nostalgia that pulled at her.

Hun ønskede at genskabe den magiske oplevelse for Lise.

She wished to recreate the magical experience for Lise.

"Ser du det, Lise?"

"Do you see it, Lise?"

spurgte Jens og pegede mod en stor juletræ.

asked Jens, pointing to a large Christmas tree.

"Så smukt det er."

"How beautiful it is."

Men Freja svarede ikke.

But Freja did not answer.

Hendes tanker var langt væk, gennem de kringlede stier fra fortiden.

Her thoughts were far away, through the winding paths of the past.

De gik gennem haven, mens sneen knirkede under deres fødder.

They walked through the garden, the snow crunching beneath their feet.

Men Frejas hukommelse var som en tåge.

But Freja's memory was like a fog.

Alt så anderledes ud.

Everything looked different.

Nye forlystelser var kommet til, mens de gamle var forsvundet.

New attractions had arrived while the old ones had disappeared.

"Hvad leder du efter, mor?"

"What are you looking for, mom?"

spurgte Lise, mens hun slæbte en lille kælk.

asked Lise, dragging a small sled.

Freja sukkede.

Freja sighed.

"En karrusel," sagde hun.

"A carousel," she said.

"Den havde små heste.

"It had little horses.

Jeg red på den, da jeg var på din alder."

I rode on it when I was your age."

Jens nikkede forstående.

Jens nodded understandingly.

"Lad os prøve at finde den.

"Let's try to find it.

Måske er den her stadig."

Maybe it's still here."

De fortsatte gennem mængden.

They continued through the crowd.

Freja stoppede for at nyde synet af en lysende parade af nisser og snefnug, men karrusellen var stadig væk fra hendes syn.

Freja stopped to enjoy the sight of a glowing parade of elves and snowflakes, but the carousel was still out of her sight.

Skuffelsen begyndte at lægge sig som sne i hendes hjerte.

The disappointment began to settle like snow in her heart.

Til sidst, efter mange omveje og stop, stoppede de foran en lille rustik karrusel.

Finally, after many detours and stops, they stood in front of a small rustic carousel.

Den havde små heste, præcis som Freja huskede.

It had little horses, just as Freja remembered.

"Det er den!"

"That's it!"

udbrød Freja med et smil.

exclaimed Freja with a smile.

"Jeg kan huske det nu!"

"I remember it now!"

Øjeblikket de satte sig på karrusellen, genvandt hun sin tabte erindring.

The moment they sat on the carousel, she regained her lost memory.

Lise lo, mens hestene drejede rundt, og i det øjeblik føltes alt rigtigt igen.

Lise laughed as the horses went around, and in that moment, everything felt right again.

Da de steg af, kiggede Freja rundt.

As they got off, Freja looked around.

Tivoli havde forandret sig, men den gamle charme var der stadig.

Tivoli had changed, but the old charm was still there.

Hun satte sig på en bænk, med Jens ved sin side og Lise ved hendes fødder.

She sat on a bench, with Jens by her side and Lise at her feet.

I det øjeblik forstod Freja, at magien fra hendes barndom ikke kun var i fortiden.

In that moment, Freja understood that the magic from her childhood was not only in the past.

Den var også i nuet, omgivet af dem hun elskede.

It was also in the present, surrounded by those she loved.

Freja smilede og lukkede øjnene et øjeblik, taknemmelig for nylige minder og dem, der var skabt i dag.

Freja smiled and closed her eyes for a moment, grateful for recent memories and those created today.

Hun indså, at selvom ting ændrer sig, kan nye oplevelser være lige så dyrebare som de gamle.

She realized that even though things change, new experiences can be just as precious as the old ones.

Tivoli denne julenat var blevet både et minde og en håbefuld fremtid.

Tivoli this Christmas night had become both a memory and a hopeful future.