Nyhavn glitrer i morgenlyset.

Nyhavn glitters in the morning light.

Solen skinner ned over de farverige facader, der spejler sig i kanalerne.

The sun shines down over the colorful facades, which reflect in the canals.

Freja går langs vandet.

Freja walks along the water.

Hun har en tegneblok i hånden, men siderne er tomme.

She has a sketchbook in her hand, but the pages are empty.

Inspirationen er der ikke.

The inspiration isn't there.

Som kunstner føler hun sig tom.

As an artist, she feels empty.

Lars står længere nede ad promenaden.

Lars stands further down the promenade.

Han kigger op på bygningerne.

He looks up at the buildings.

Som arkitekt beundrer han deres linjer og former, men hans sind er fyldt med spørgsmål.

As an architect, he admires their lines and shapes, but his mind is filled with questions.

Skal han følge sin drømme eller blive, hvor han er?

Should he follow his dreams or stay where he is?

De to går mod samme bænk.

The two head towards the same bench.

De har begge tænkt at tage en pause her, ved den stille del af kanalen, væk fra de fleste turister.

They've both thought to take a break here, at the quiet part of the canal, away from most tourists.

Freja sætter sig først, lidt tøvende.

Freja sits down first, a little hesitant.

Kort efter sætter Lars sig ved siden af hende.

Shortly after, Lars sits next to her.

De ser på hinanden, nikker venligt.

They look at each other, nodding politely.

Ingen vil være den første til at tale.

Neither wants to be the first to speak.

Stilheden er blid, kun brudt af bølgernes sagte klukken mod kajen.

The silence is gentle, only broken by the soft lapping of waves against the quay.

Freja kigger over på Lars.

Freja looks over at Lars.

"Har du nogensinde følt dig fanget i din egen kunst?"

"Have you ever felt trapped in your own art?"

spørger hun pludselig.

she suddenly asks.

Ordene er ude, før hun når at fortryde dem.

The words are out before she can regret them.

Lars smiler, lidt overrasket.

Lars smiles, a bit surprised.

"Ja, som arkitekt tænker jeg ofte på, om jeg bygger det, jeg virkelig vil."

"Yes, as an architect, I often wonder if I'm building what I truly want."

De sidder lidt i tavshed, men det er som om noget er blevet lettet.

They sit in silence for a while, but it's as if something has been lifted.

Ordene flyder lettere nu.

The words flow more easily now.

Freja fortæller om sine skitser, om frygten for, at de ikke er gode nok.

Freja talks about her sketches, about the fear that they're not good enough.

Lars deler sin drøm om at designe frie, ekspressive bygninger, noget der taler til hans hjerte.

Lars shares his dream of designing free, expressive buildings, something that speaks to his heart.

De finder en overraskende forståelse i hinanden.

They find an unexpected understanding in each other.

Freja ser på Lars' iver, hans passion.

Freja sees Lars' enthusiasm, his passion.

Hun tænker, at inspiration kan komme fra de mest uventede steder.

She thinks that inspiration can come from the most unexpected places.

Lars lytter til Frejas kamp, hendes søgen efter skønhed i verden.

Lars listens to Freja's struggle, her search for beauty in the world.

Han føler sig pludselig modig nok til at ændre kurs, til at forfølge det, der virkelig betyder noget for ham.

He suddenly feels brave enough to change course, to pursue what truly matters to him.

Da solen kryber længere op på himlen, er begge forvandlet.

As the sun creeps higher in the sky, both are transformed.

Freja åbner sin blok og begynder at skitsere, nu fyldt med nye ideer.

Freja opens her sketchbook and begins to draw, now filled with new ideas.

Lars beslutter sig for at tage en ny retning, en hvor han kan skabe friere og med større glæde.

Lars decides to take a new direction, one where he can create more freely and with greater joy.

De rejser sig fra bænken, en smule forandrede.

They rise from the bench, a little changed.

Ved kanten af kanalen finder de noget, de ikke søgte direkte: Fornyet tro på deres drømme.

At the edge of the canal, they find something they weren't directly seeking: renewed faith in their dreams.

De vinker farvel, deres skridt lette mod fremtiden.

They wave goodbye, their steps light towards the future.