Freja stod foran spejlet og trak vejret dybt.

Freja stood in front of the mirror and took a deep breath.

Hun kiggede på skålen med de nybagte klejner, der stod klar til at tage med til julefesten i naboklubhuset.

She looked at the bowl of freshly baked klejner, ready to take to the Christmas party at the neighboring clubhouse.

Det snerede udenfor, og gnisterne fra sneens lys dansede henover væggene i hendes lille stue.

It was snowing outside, and the glimmer from the snow's light danced over the walls of her small living room.

Det var hendes første jul i det nye fællesskab ved søbredden, og hun håbede, at det ville blive en god mulighed for at lære sine nye naboer at kende.

It was her first Christmas in the new community by the lakeside, and she hoped it would be a good opportunity to get to know her new neighbors.

Da hun ankom til klubhuset, blev hun mødt af en varm atmosfære.

When she arrived at the clubhouse, she was greeted by a warm atmosphere.

Lokalet var pyntet med blinkende lys og guirlander, og man kunne høre barnelatter fra den frosne sø, hvor børnene morede sig med skøjteløb.

The room was decorated with twinkling lights and garlands, and you could hear children's laughter from the frozen lake, where kids were having fun ice skating.

Duften af julekrydderier og varm gløgg fyldte rummet.

The scent of Christmas spices and warm gløgg filled the room.

Freja tog mod til sig og gik ind.

Freja gathered her courage and went inside.

Johan og Sophie stod ved et bål og talte livligt.

Johan and Sophie were standing by a bonfire, chatting animatedly.

Freja havde hørt deres navne før, men havde aldrig rigtig talt med dem.

Freja had heard their names before but had never really talked to them.

Hun tog en dyb indånding, samlede sine klejner, og gik hen til dem.

She took a deep breath, gathered her klejner, and approached them.

"Hej," sagde hun med et forsigtigt smil, "Jeg har bagt nogle danske julekager.

"Hi," she said with a cautious smile, "I baked some Danish Christmas cookies.

Vil I smage?"

Would you like to try them?"

Johan kiggede nysgerrigt på klejnerne.

Johan looked curiously at the klejner.

"Klejner?

"Klejner?

Dem har jeg faktisk aldrig smagt før," sagde han.

I've actually never tasted them before," he said.

Sophie nikkede ivrigt.

Sophie nodded eagerly.

"Det lyder spændende!

"That sounds exciting!

Fortæl os om dem."

Tell us about them."

Freja slappede lidt mere af, mens hun forklarede, hvordan hendes mormor altid bagte klejner i juletiden, og hvordan de fyldte huset med en skøn duft.

Freja relaxed a bit more as she explained how her grandmother always baked klejner during the Christmas season and how they filled the house with a wonderful aroma.

Hun fortalte om danske juletraditioner, og både Johan og Sophie lyttede interesseret og stillede spørgsmål.

She talked about Danish Christmas traditions, and both Johan and Sophie listened intently, asking questions.

Som aftenen skred frem, blev Freja mere og mere komfortabel.

As the evening went on, Freja became more and more comfortable.

Hun lo sammen med de andre, lærte deres navne at kende og delte historier fra sin barndom.

She laughed with the others, learned their names, and shared stories from her childhood.

Da festen sluttede, havde Freja og hendes nye venner udvekslet kontaktoplysninger.

By the time the party ended, Freja and her new friends had exchanged contact information.

Da hun gik hjemad gennem sneen, mærkede Freja en varme i brystet.

As she walked home through the snow, Freja felt a warmth in her chest.

Hun havde overvundet sin frygt og skabte nye bånd.

She had overcome her fear and forged new bonds.

Hun smilede for sig selv og følte, at hun nu virkelig var en del af dette fællesskab.

She smiled to herself and felt that she was now truly a part of this community.

Fremtiden så lysere ud.

The future seemed brighter.