Tromsø lå stille under vinterens tunge teppe.

Tromsø lay quietly under winter's heavy blanket.

De snødekte gatene glimret i lyset fra gatelyktene.

The snow-covered streets shimmered in the light from the streetlamps.

I horisonten ventet det kalde, mystiske Arktis.

In the horizon awaited the cold, mysterious Arktis.

Lars sto i døra til kontoret sitt.

Lars stood in the doorway of his office.

Det var nyttårsaften, og han hadde en gruppe som ventet på ham.

It was New Year's Eve, and he had a group waiting for him.

Han så ut over byen og tenkte på stjernene, drømmen om å studere dem nærere.

He looked out over the city and thought about the stars, the dream of studying them more closely.

Nina så på kameraet sitt mens hun sto ved kaia.

Nina looked at her camera while she stood by the quay.

Hånden hennes dirret litt.

Her hand trembled a bit.

Hun hadde fanget hundrevis av bilder før, men ingen ga henne denne nervøsiteten.

She had captured hundreds of photos before, but none gave her this nervousness.

Hun ønsket det perfekte nordlyset.

She wanted the perfect nordlys.

Astrid derimot, gikk gjennom notatene sine.

Astrid, on the other hand, went through her notes.

Hun hadde dekket mange slike turer, men lette etter noe annet denne gangen.

She had covered many such trips, but was looking for something different this time.

Hun ville skrive om noe som ville røre ved leserne.

She wanted to write about something that would touch the readers.

De møtte Lars ved minibussen.

They met Lars by the minibus.

"Klar for en tur utenom det vanlige?

"Ready for a tour out of the ordinary?"

" spurte han og smilte varmt.

he asked with a warm smile.

Det var en spesialtur til et mindre kjent sted nær fjorden.

It was a special tour to a lesser-known spot near the fjord.

Skiene hans lå på taket av bilen, klare for eventyr.

His skis lay on the roof of the car, ready for adventure.

Vinden blåste forsiktig, og himmelen virket tung med skyer.

The wind blew gently, and the sky seemed heavy with clouds.

Underveis fortalte Lars historier om stjernene.

Along the way, Lars told stories about the stars.

Hans entusiasme for astronomi smittet.

His enthusiasm for astronomy was infectious.

De kjørte gjennom snødekte veier, fiskeværene glimtende i mørket.

They drove through snow-covered roads, the fishing villages shimmering in the dark.

Nina satte seg ved vinduet, klar med kameraet, men urolig for skyene.

Nina sat by the window, ready with her camera, but uneasy about the clouds.

Astrid lyttet mens hun skrev små notater, enda uviss om vinkelen på historien sin.

Astrid listened while she wrote small notes, still uncertain about the angle of her story.

Når de nådde det avsidesliggende stedet, steg alle ut av minibussen.

When they reached the remote location, everyone stepped out of the minibus.

Isen under dem knirket.

The ice beneath them creaked.

Lars lente seg mot bilen, så mot himmelen.

Lars leaned against the car, looking toward the sky.

"Vi må vente litt," sa han og nikket mot skyene.

"We have to wait a bit," he said, nodding toward the clouds.

Tiden gikk.

Time passed.

Nina så på kameraet sitt, fingrene nervøse over knappene.

Nina looked at her camera, fingers nervous over the buttons.

Lars begynte å lure på om valget hans hadde vært rett.

Lars began to wonder if his choice had been right.

Astrid så på dem begge, lette etter noe å fortelle.

Astrid watched them both, searching for something to tell.

Hun så på Nina, og deretter Lars, prøvde å finne deres historier.

She looked at Nina, and then Lars, trying to find their stories.

Så, nesten plutselig, begynte skyene å lette.

Then, almost suddenly, the clouds began to clear.

Lars pekte opp.

Lars pointed up.

Nordlyset danset over himmelen i et grønt, pulserende magi.

The nordlys danced across the sky in a green, pulsating magic.

"Se!

"Look!"

" ropte Lars, stemmen fylt med jubel.

shouted Lars, his voice filled with joy.

Nina holdt kameraet og begynte å skyte.

Nina held the camera and began to shoot.

Hun prøvde nye vinkler, eksperimenterte med lys.

She tried new angles, experimented with light.

Astrid observerte de to andre, skrev om deres engasjement og kamp.

Astrid observed the other two, writing about their passion and struggle.

De sto der en stund, tause med kun lyden av kameraets klikk og den svake susen av vinden.

They stood there for a while, silent with only the sound of the camera's click and the soft rustle of the wind.

Da lyset til slutt begynte å bli svakere, så de på hverandre.

When the lights finally began to fade, they looked at each other.

Det hadde vært en magisk opplevelse.

It had been a magical experience.

På vei tilbake til Tromsø satt de stille en stund.

On the way back to Tromsø, they sat quietly for a while.

Lars kjente et nytt mot vokse inni ham.

Lars felt a new courage growing inside him.

Han kunne se seg selv studere stjerner, gå dypere inn i det han elsket.

He could see himself studying stars, delving deeper into what he loved.

Nina følte en ny tillit til arbeidet sitt.

Nina felt a new confidence in her work.

Hun hadde bildene hun trengte, og mer enn det, en ny tillit.

She had the photos she needed, and more than that, a new assurance.

Astrid visste hun hadde en historie.

Astrid knew she had a story.

Ikke bare lysene, men menneskene, hvordan de søkte etter noe større i dem selv.

Not just the lights, but the people, how they searched for something greater within themselves.

Til slutt ankom de byen, lysene fra nyttårsfesten speilet i snøen.

Finally, they arrived in the city, the lights from the New Year's celebration mirrored in the snow.

Det hadde vært mer enn en tur.

It had been more than a trip.

Det hadde vært en reise inn i ønskene deres, og en påminnelse om at de alle delte himmelen over dem.

It had been a journey into their desires, and a reminder that they all shared the sky above them.