Freja skubbede forsigtigt gardinet til side og kiggede ud på den sneklædte gade.

Freja gently pushed the curtain aside and looked out at the snow-covered street.

Hun boede i en lille kollegieværelse i hjertet af København.

She lived in a small dorm room in the heart of København.

Værelset var hyggeligt men koldt, især om vinteren.

The room was cozy but cold, especially in winter.

De tilfrosne vinduer havde fine mønstre, som Freja elskede at studere, mens hun drømte sig væk fra lektierne.

The frozen windows had fine patterns that Freja loved to study while she dreamed away from her homework.

Hun ønskede sig mere i livet end bare studier og stress.

She longed for more in life than just studies and stress.

Måske en flig af romantik.

Perhaps a hint of romance.

En morgen opdagede hun en konvolut skubbet ind under hendes dør.

One morning, she discovered an envelope slipped under her door.

Den var enkel og uden adresse.

It was simple and without an address.

Freja samlede den op med en kriblende fornemmelse i maven.

Freja picked it up with a tingling sensation in her stomach.

Hun åbnede den forsigtigt.

She opened it carefully.

Indeni lå et brev, håndskrevet med pæne bogstaver: "Kære Freja, Du lyser op i ethvert rum.

Inside was a letter, handwritten with neat letters: "Dear Freja, You light up every room.

Din latter er som musik, der giver varme selv på de koldeste dage.

Your laughter is like music that brings warmth even on the coldest days.

Jeg håber, du vil finde ud af, hvem jeg er.

I hope you will find out who I am.

Med venlige tanker, Din beundrer."

With kind thoughts, Your admirer."

Freja smilede og mærkede, hendes kinder blive røde af både kulde og spænding.

Freja smiled and felt her cheeks redden from both the cold and excitement.

Hvem kunne det være?

Who could it be?

Mikkel og Lars var hendes nærmeste venner på kollegiet.

Mikkel and Lars were her closest friends at the dorm.

Tanken om, at en af dem kunne stå bag, ændrede hendes syn på deres venskaber.

The thought that one of them could be behind it changed her perspective on their friendships.

Men hvad hvis det ikke var dem?

But what if it wasn’t them?

Hun ønskede at finde ud af det uden at ødelægge deres forhold.

She wanted to find out without ruining their relationships.

De næste dage begyndte Freja at observere Mikkel og Lars nøje.

In the following days, Freja began to observe Mikkel and Lars closely.

Hun ledte efter skjulte tegn, noget ualmindeligt eller særligt venligt.

She looked for hidden signs, something unusual or particularly kind.

Mikkel, med sin charme, overraskede hende med varm kakao, når hun kom tilbage fra forelæsninger.

Mikkel, with his charm, surprised her with hot cocoa when she returned from lectures.

Lars tilbød at hjælpe med hendes matematikopgaver, selvom han selv havde travlt.

Lars offered to help with her math assignments, even though he was busy himself.

Men en dag, mens Freja var på biblioteket, glemte hun brevet på skrivebordet.

But one day, while Freja was at the library, she forgot the letter on the desk.

Da hun kom tilbage, fandt hun Mikkel og Lars bøjet over det.

When she came back, she found Mikkel and Lars bent over it.

"Hej, Freja," sagde Mikkel skælmsk.

"Hey, Freja," said Mikkel mischievously.

"Jeg tror, det her blev skrevet af mig."

"I think this was written by me."

Lars rømmede sig.

Lars cleared his throat.

"Nej, mig," sagde han med et grin, men der var et blik af alvor i hans øjne.

"No, me," he said with a grin, but there was a look of seriousness in his eyes.

Freja indså, at hun stod midt i noget, der kunne ødelægge deres venskab.

Freja realized she was in the middle of something that could ruin their friendship.

Hun tog en dyb indånding og så dem begge i øjnene.

She took a deep breath and looked both of them in the eyes.

"Hør her, hvad mener I egentlig?"

"Listen, what do you both really mean?"

spurgte hun ærligt.

she asked honestly.

Til hendes overraskelse åbnede begge deres hjerter.

To her surprise, both opened their hearts.

Mikkel indrømmede, at han havde følelser for hende og havde planlagt at skrive brevet, men havde holdt sig tilbage.

Mikkel admitted that he had feelings for her and had planned to write the letter but had held back.

Lars, på den anden side, havde overvejet det samme og havde endda modtaget hjælp fra deres fælles ven, der blev hendes hemmelige skriver.

Lars, on the other hand, had contemplated the same and had even received help from their mutual friend, who became her secret scribe.

Freja lo lettet.

Freja laughed in relief.

Hun følte sig mere knyttet til dem end nogensinde før.

She felt more connected to them than ever before.

"Jeg ønsker ikke, at vores venskab ændres.

"I don't want our friendship to change.

Men jeg vil gerne have, at vi er ærlige med hinanden," sagde hun.

But I want us to be honest with each other," she said.

Det blev vendepunktet for dem.

That became the turning point for them.

De fortsatte med at være gode venner, og hemmeligheder blev til åbne samtaler.

They continued to be good friends, and secrets turned into open conversations.

Freja lærte, at tillid og kommunikation var vigtigere end alt andet.

Freja learned that trust and communication were more important than anything else.

Hun lukkede brevet, smilede og besluttede at lade kærligheden finde sin vej uden skub.

She closed the letter, smiled, and decided to let love find its way without a push.

Vinteren var stadig kold, men i Frejas hjerte var der varme.

The winter was still cold, but in Freja's heart, there was warmth.

Hun så ud af det frosne vindue, vidende om at ægte venskab og sandheden var den største skat.

She looked out of the frosty window, knowing that true friendship and truth were the greatest treasures.