Snefnug dalede roligt ned over Nyhavn.

Snowflakes drifted peacefully down over Nyhavn.

Gaderne lå dækket af et tyndt, hvidt lag sne, og de farverige huse reflekterede lyset fra de små gadelygter.

The streets lay covered with a thin, white layer of snow, and the colorful houses reflected the light from the small streetlamps.

Kasper gik langsomt hen ad den kolde brosten, tænkte på, hvordan han kunne bringe sine søskende sammen igen.

Kasper walked slowly along the cold cobblestones, thinking about how he could bring his siblings together again.

Det var ikke nemt.

It wasn't easy.

Freja var netop vendt hjem fra et eventyr i udlandet, og Mikkel rodede med sine egne usikkerheder om fremtiden.

Freja had just returned home from an adventure abroad, and Mikkel was dealing with his own uncertainties about the future.

Kasper stoppede foran en lille café og ventede på sine søskende.

Kasper stopped in front of a small café and waited for his siblings.

Han krammede sin frakke tættere om sig og pustede varm luft for at holde fingrene varme.

He hugged his coat tighter around him and blew warm air to keep his fingers warm.

Han tænkte på, hvor meget de tre plejede at glæde sig til karnevalssæsonen.

He thought about how much the three used to look forward to the carnival season.

Det føltes som om, traditionen var ved at glide ud af hænderne på ham.

It felt as though the tradition was slipping out of his hands.

Lidt efter ankom Freja.

Shortly after, Freja arrived.

Hun så anderledes ud med nye farver i håret og et bredt smil, der skjulte en kæmpe afstand fra deres fælles rødder.

She looked different with new colors in her hair and a broad smile that hid a huge distance from their shared roots.

"Hej Kasper!"

"Hi Kasper!"

råbte hun.

she shouted.

"Længe siden!"

"Long time no see!"

Kort efter fulgte Mikkel.

Shortly after, Mikkel followed.

Hans blik var stille og inderligt, fyldt med bekymring.

His gaze was quiet and earnest, filled with concern.

"Hej," sagde han kort, inden han satte sig ned ved bordet.

"Hi," he said briefly before sitting down at the table.

De bestilte varm kakao og satte sig til rette.

They ordered hot chocolate and settled in.

"Okay, I to," begyndte Kasper og prøvede at smile opmuntrende.

"Okay, you two," began Kasper, trying to smile encouragingly.

"Jeg tænker, vi skal planlægge en lille sammenkomst til karneval.

"I think we should plan a little gathering for the carnival.

Noget simpelt, bare os tre."

Something simple, just the three of us."

Freja kiggede væk, og hendes tanker fløj til venner og nye planer.

Freja looked away, her thoughts flying to friends and new plans.

Mikkel trak på skuldrene, ukomfortabel i sit eget selskab.

Mikkel shrugged, uncomfortable in his own company.

"Det lyder svært," mumlede han.

"That sounds difficult," he mumbled.

Kasper sukkede.

Kasper sighed.

Diskussionen tog fart, og gammel irritation blev kastet ud på bordet som dyner til tørre.

The discussion picked up speed, and old irritations were thrown on the table like blankets to dry.

Freja satte spørgsmålstegn ved Kasper's trang til kontrol og mindede ham om barndommen.

Freja questioned Kasper's need for control and reminded him of their childhood.

"Du har altid bestemt det hele, Kasper.

"You've always been the one in charge, Kasper.

Måske skal vi også have lidt at sige."

Maybe we should have a say too."

Mikkel tårer sig i håret og brød endelig tavsheden.

Mikkel tugged at his hair and finally broke the silence.

"Jeg ved ikke, hvad jeg skal gøre.

"I don't know what to do.

Jeg føler mig tabt i alt det her."

I feel lost in all of this."

Hans stemme rystede, en blanding af frygt og håb.

His voice shook, a mix of fear and hope.

Luften mellem dem blev tung, men der var en pause.

The air between them grew heavy, but there was a pause.

En gnist af forståelse løb gennem flokken.

A spark of understanding ran through the group.

Kasper lænede sig frem med alvoret i øjnene.

Kasper leaned forward with seriousness in his eyes.

"Lad os gøre det sammen.

"Let's do it together.

Ingen af os ved det hele, men vi har hinanden."

None of us knows everything, but we have each other."

Freja nikkede langsomt, indså at de her øjeblikke med sin familie var vigtige, noget man ikke erstatter.

Freja nodded slowly, realizing that these moments with her family were important, something irreplaceable.

"Okay," sagde hun lavt.

"Okay," she said softly.

"Men lad os tage det roligt."

"But let's take it easy."

Mikkel rykkede sig lidt op i stolen, med et oppustet smil.

Mikkel sat up a bit in his chair, with a buoyant smile.

"Lad os gøre det.

"Let's do it.

Jeg er med."

I'm in."

De blev enige om at mødes næste weekend.

They agreed to meet next weekend.

Alle skulle bringe én idé med til festen.

Everyone would bring one idea for the party.

Det var en enkel start.

It was a simple start.

I det kolde vinterlys i Nyhavn genfandt de forbindelsen, de havde haft hele livet.

In the cold winter light in Nyhavn, they rediscovered the bond they had shared all their lives.

Med sneen stille dalende udenfor, fandt de ud af noget vigtigt: Selvom vejen ofte bliver væk, kan man altid finde hjem til dem, der betyder mest.

With the snow quietly falling outside, they realized something important: Even though the path often seems lost, you can always find your way home to those who matter most.

Og karnevalet?

And the carnival?

Jo, det ville blive en blanding af alle deres ideer, en sand fest, der kunne varme selv den koldeste vinternat i København.

Oh, it would be a mix of all their ideas, a true celebration that could warm even the coldest winter night in Copenhagen.