Snøfnuggene dalte stille ned over Røros.

The snowflakes fell quietly over Røros.

Byen var vakker, dekket i et teppe av snø og små lys glitret over de gamle tømmerbygningene.

The town was beautiful, covered in a blanket of snow and small lights glittered over the old timber buildings.

Julestemningen fylte luften, og folk gledet seg til årets julemarked.

The Christmas spirit filled the air, and people looked forward to this year's Christmas market.

Sigrid sto i båsen sin, pakket inn i en varm lusekofte.

Sigrid stood in her stall, wrapped in a warm lusekofte.

Hun hadde forberedt seg i mange måneder.

She had been preparing for many months.

Hennes juletrepynt var håndlaget med omhu og kreativitet.

Her Christmas ornaments were handcrafted with care and creativity.

Hun gledet seg til markedet.

She was excited about the market.

Hun håpet å selge nok til å kunne betale for designkurset sitt neste år.

She hoped to sell enough to pay for her design course next year.

Lars og Kari, som alltid var på markedet, var også der.

Lars and Kari, who were always at the market, were there too.

Lars var en vennlig mann med en tykk skjegg, og Kari, hans kone, solgte hjemmelagde syltetøy.

Lars was a friendly man with a thick beard, and Kari, his wife, sold homemade jams.

Men selv med vennskapet til Lars og Kari, følte Sigrid en skygge over seg.

But even with the friendship of Lars and Kari, Sigrid felt a shadow over her.

Dystre skyer dekket himmelen.

Dark clouds covered the sky.

Vinden blåste kaldt, og det truet med å holde folk hjemme.

The wind blew cold, threatening to keep people at home.

I tillegg hadde en ny bås dukket opp.

In addition, a new stall had appeared.

Den solgte lignende pynt, men mye billigere.

It sold similar ornaments, but much cheaper.

Sigrid var usikker.

Sigrid was uncertain.

Skulle hun senke prisene?

Should she lower her prices?

Men hun visste hvor mange timer hun hadde brukt.

But she knew how many hours she had spent.

Hvert stykke var unikt, laget med kjærlighet.

Each piece was unique, made with love.

Hun bestemte seg for å satse alt på sin styrke: det personlige preg.

She decided to rely on her strength: the personal touch.

Den siste dagen på markedet, med vinden som ulet, oppdaget hun noe foruroligende.

On the last day of the market, with the wind howling, she discovered something troubling.

Pynten i den konkurrerende båsen var masseprodusert.

The ornaments in the competing stall were mass-produced.

Hun fortalte dette til kundene som kom forbi hennes bås, men uten å snakke negativt om den andre.

She told this to the customers who passed by her stall, but without speaking negatively about the other.

Hun snakket i stedet varmt om sitt eget arbeid.

Instead, she warmly spoke about her own work.

"Disse ornamentene er spesielle," sa hun til en familie.

"These ornaments are special," she said to a family.

"Hvert stykke er laget med omtanke.

"Each piece is made with care.

Bare i Røros.

Only in Røros."

"Kundene begynte å lytte.

Customers started to listen.

Flere stoppet opp for å høre om historiene bak hver skapelse.

More stopped to hear about the stories behind each creation.

Lars og Kari hjalp henne å trekke folk til båsen, fortelle om byens betydning og Sigrid sitt arbeid.

Lars and Kari helped her draw people to the stall, telling about the town's significance and Sigrid's work.

Da natten senket seg, var snøen fortsatt tyngende.

As night fell, the snow was still heavy.

Markedet pakket sammen, og Sigrid kunne ikke tro det.

The market packed up, and Sigrid couldn't believe it.

Alt var solgt.

Everything was sold.

Hun møtte Lars og Kari og takket dem hjertelig.

She met Lars and Kari and thanked them warmly.

Hjertet banket varmt i kulden.

Her heart beat warmly in the cold.

Slik så Sigrid ut over markedet, lysene glitrende i snøen.

Thus, Sigrid looked out over the market, the lights sparkling in the snow.

Hun hadde mer selvtillit enn noen gang før.

She had more confidence than ever before.

Ikke bare hadde hun nådd sitt mål, men hun hadde lært å stole på sitt eget håndverk.

Not only had she reached her goal, but she had learned to trust her own craftsmanship.

Røros hvilte fredelig under stjernene.

Røros rested peacefully under the stars.

Julen var her, og Sigrid visste at dette bare var starten på hennes reise som kunstner.

Christmas was here, and Sigrid knew this was just the beginning of her journey as an artist.