Nyhavn var fyldt med lys og livlighed denne vinteraften.

Nyhavn was filled with lights and liveliness this winter evening.

De farverige bygninger lyste op i den kølige luft, mens boder langs kanalen lokkede med varme drikke og duftende æbleskiver.

The colorful buildings lit up in the chilly air while stalls along the canal tempted with warm drinks and fragrant æbleskiver.

Kasper trak sin jakke tættere ind til kroppen og så sig omkring.

Kasper pulled his jacket closer to his body and looked around.

Han kunne stadig ikke forstå, hvorfor han havde sagt ja til at komme med til festivalen.

He still couldn't understand why he had agreed to come to the festival.

Det var ikke rigtig hans scene, men Freja havde været så overbevisende.

It wasn't really his scene, but Freja had been so convincing.

"Kom nu, Kasper!

"Come on, Kasper!

Det bliver sjovt!"

It will be fun!"

havde hun sagt med sit smittende smil.

she had said with her infectious smile.

Kasper kunne aldrig sige nej til Freja.

Kasper could never say no to Freja.

Hun havde altid været hans modsætning, udadvendt og fuld af energi.

She had always been his opposite, outgoing and full of energy.

Sammen med hende var han ofte blevet trukket ud af hans vante, stille verden.

With her, he was often pulled out of his usual, quiet world.

Ved hendes side gik Mathias.

Beside her walked Mathias.

Det var første gang Kasper mødte ham.

It was the first time Kasper met him.

Mathias snakkede ivrigt og forsøgte at inddrage Kasper i samtalen.

Mathias chatted eagerly and tried to include Kasper in the conversation.

"Har du set den isskulptur derovre?"

"Have you seen the ice sculpture over there?"

spurgte Mathias pegende på en imponerende figur af is, der glimtede i det skarpe lys.

Mathias asked, pointing at an impressive figure of ice, which sparkled in the bright lights.

Kasper nikkede roligt, men svarede ikke meget mere end nødvendigt.

Kasper nodded calmly, but didn't reply much more than necessary.

De begyndte at gå langs kanalen, mens skumringen faldt på.

They began walking along the canal as dusk fell.

Freja skrålede med på julesange, der blæste fra festivalens højttalere.

Freja sang along to Christmas songs that blared from the festival's speakers.

Kasper så op på snefnuggene, der langsomt begyndte at dale ned fra himlen.

Kasper looked up at the snowflakes that slowly began to drift down from the sky.

De var små og få i starten, men intensiverede hurtigt.

They were small and few at first but quickly intensified.

Pludselig dækkede sneen som et tæppe over Nyhavns brosten, og alle forsvandt i et hvidt virvar.

Suddenly, the snow covered Nyhavn's cobblestones like a blanket, and everyone disappeared in a white turmoil.

Kasper mærkede en bølge af angst skylle over sig.

Kasper felt a wave of anxiety wash over him.

Menneskemængden tæt på ham gjorde det svært at bevare roen.

The crowd close to him made it difficult to stay calm.

Men et øjeblik senere hørte han Frejas stemme bag sig, der kaldte hans navn.

But a moment later, he heard Freja's voice behind him, calling his name.

"Kasper!

"Kasper!

Vi kan ikke finde Mathias!"

We can't find Mathias!"

råbte hun, lettere panikslagen.

she shouted, slightly panicked.

Kasper trak vejret dybt, han stod stille og lukkede sine øjne for en kort stund.

Kasper took a deep breath, stood still, and closed his eyes for a brief moment.

Dette var hans chance for at vise, at han kunne være stærk for dem.

This was his chance to show that he could be strong for them.

Han åbnede øjnene og så sig omkring, talte dybt og klart: "Bliv her, jeg finder ham."

He opened his eyes and looked around, speaking deeply and clearly: "Stay here, I'll find him."

Med viden om sneens vandevittige indpakning, så han sig omkring.

With knowledge of the snow's bewildering wrap, he looked around.

Kaotiske fodspor førte ham længere væk fra festivalens midte.

Chaotic footprints led him further away from the festival's center.

Forvirringen opstod, indtil han fik øje på Mathias, der forsøgte at skubbe sig gennem folkemængden.

Confusion arose until he spotted Mathias, who was trying to push through the crowd.

Kasper skyndte sig hen til ham.

Kasper hurried over to him.

"Mathias!

"Mathias!

Er du okay?"

Are you okay?"

spurgte Kasper.

Kasper asked.

Mathias så lettet ud, og de begge gik stille og roligt tilbage til Freja, som ventede på dem.

Mathias looked relieved, and they both walked quietly back to Freja, who was waiting for them.

Snevejret begyndte at lægge sig, lysene fra boderne glimtede igen klart i mørket.

The snowstorm began to settle, the lights from the stalls glittered clearly in the darkness again.

Mathias og Freja samledes om Kasper, som langsomt begyndte at slappe af.

Mathias and Freja gathered around Kasper, who slowly began to relax.

De fandt et stille hjørne med varmt kakao.

They found a quiet corner with hot cocoa.

Her, med dampende krus i hænderne, lo de af forvirringen og varmen fra deres sammenhold.

Here, with steaming mugs in hand, they laughed about the confusion and the warmth from their togetherness.

Kasper følte noget nyt inden i sig.

Kasper felt something new inside him.

Han havde klaret udfordringen af at hjælpe sine venner.

He had risen to the challenge of helping his friends.

Han havde nød festivalens øjeblik og følte, at han fandt sin plads midt i kaosset, på sin egen måde.

He had enjoyed the festival's moment and felt that he found his place in the chaos, in his own way.

De tre venner fortsatte aftenen i Nyhavn i et lidt langsommere tempo, og Kasper indså, at han kunne nyde sådanne oplevelser.

The three friends continued the evening in Nyhavn at a slightly slower pace, and Kasper realized that he could enjoy such experiences.

Han behøvede ikke at være som Freja, han kunne være sig selv.

He didn't need to be like Freja, he could be himself.

Og det var nok.

And that was enough.