Sollyset falt mykt over Geirangerfjorden.

The sunlight fell softly over the Geirangerfjorden.

Det var vår, og fjorden var et mesterverk av naturens ro.

It was spring, and the fjord was a masterpiece of nature's tranquility.

De bratte klippene var grønne og fulle av liv, med elver som kastet seg ut i dype fossefall.

The steep cliffs were green and teeming with life, with rivers throwing themselves into deep waterfalls.

Duften av villblomster fylte luften, og lyden av smeltende snø kunne høres i det fjerne.

The scent of wildflowers filled the air, and the sound of melting snow could be heard in the distance.

Det var i dette vakre landskapet at Sindre, Elin og Mikkel skulle møtes igjen etter mange år fra hverandre.

It was in this beautiful landscape that Sindre, Elin, and Mikkel were to meet again after many years apart.

Sindre sto ved vannkanten og så utover fjorden.

Sindre stood by the water's edge, gazing out over the fjord.

Hjertet hans var tungt med ansvar og ønsket om å gjenforene familien.

His heart was heavy with responsibility and the desire to reunite the family.

Han husket de dagene da de tre søsknene var uatskillelige, men tiden og livets valg hadde skilt dem.

He remembered the days when the three siblings were inseparable, but time and life's choices had divided them.

Han ville lindre gamle sår, men visste ikke hvordan.

He wanted to mend old wounds but did not know how.

Elin kom gående langs stien mot Sindre.

Elin came walking along the path towards Sindre.

Hun virket bestandig og noe kald.

She seemed steadfast and somewhat cold.

Hun bar på sinne over de beslutninger som ble tatt uten henne.

She bore resentment over the decisions made without her.

Det hadde alltid følt som om hun ble oversett, og det stakk fortsatt.

It had always felt like she was overlooked, and it still stung.

Mikkel, den yngste, fulgte etter henne på avstand.

Mikkel, the youngest, followed her at a distance.

Han hadde reist mye, alltid søkende etter eventyr, men dypere inne ønsket han en forbindelse til familien.

He had traveled a lot, always seeking adventure, but deeper inside, he longed for a connection to the family.

De satte seg sammen, ved vannkanten hvor lyset glitret i det klare vannet.

They sat together by the water's edge where the light glittered in the clear water.

"Vi var alltid en familie," begynte Sindre, stemmen myk og forsiktig.

"We were always a family," began Sindre, his voice soft and careful.

"Jeg vil at vi skal være det igjen.

"I want us to be that again."

"Elin så bort.

Elin looked away.

"Du sier det som om det er lett," sa hun, stemmen full av gammel bitterhet.

"You say it as if it’s easy," she said, her voice full of old bitterness.

"Men jeg husker alt for godt alle de gangene jeg ikke fikk være med.

"But I remember all too well all those times I wasn't included."

"Mikkel så mellom dem, urolig.

Mikkel looked between them, uneasy.

Han hadde alltid vært mellommann, ønsket å flykte fra spenningen, men samtidig ønsket han å bli værende.

He had always been the mediator, wanting to escape the tension, but at the same time, he wanted to stay.

Diskusjonen ble varmere.

The discussion grew more heated.

Sindre konfronterte Elins sår, og Elins svar var heftig.

Sindre confronted Elin's wounds, and Elin's response was fierce.

Det var som alle de fortrengte følelsene presset seg frem, som vannet som fosset ned fjellsidene.

It was as if all the suppressed emotions were pushing forward, like the water cascading down the mountainsides.

I midten av dette utløste Mikkels stille betraktning en ny tanke.

In the midst of this, Mikkel's quiet observation sparked a new thought.

Han reiste seg, tok et dypt pust, og sa, "Se på fjorden.

He stood up, took a deep breath, and said, "Look at the fjord.

Naturen lærer oss at alt har sin tid.

Nature teaches us that everything has its time.

Nå er det vår, en tid for fornyelse.

Now it's spring, a time for renewal."

"Ordene hans hang i luften.

His words lingered in the air.

De tre søsknene satt stille, ser solen senke seg i horisonten, kastet et rosa skjær over himmelen.

The three siblings sat quietly, watching the sun set on the horizon, casting a pink hue over the sky.

Det var i dette fredfylte øyeblikket at noe i deres hjerter endret seg.

It was in this peaceful moment that something in their hearts changed.

Uten ord forsto de dypere hva de trengte fra hverandre.

Without words, they understood more deeply what they needed from each other.

Det var Sindre som først tok et skritt nærmere.

It was Sindre who first stepped closer.

Han la hånden på Elins skulder og hvisket, "Jeg beklager.

He placed his hand on Elin's shoulder and whispered, "I'm sorry."

" Elins øyne ble blanke, og hun nikket langsomt.

Elin's eyes became misty, and she nodded slowly.

"Det handler om mer enn ord," mumlet Mikkel, men han ble værende, følelsen av å høre hjemme sakte vasket bort hans trang til å dra.

"It's about more than words," murmured Mikkel, but he remained, the feeling of belonging slowly washing away his urge to leave.

Der, med den stille fjorden som deres vitne, begynte de å bygge bro over årene med avstand.

There, with the silent fjord as their witness, they began to bridge the years of distance.

Sindre lærte verdien av å være ærlig om sine sårbarheter.

Sindre learned the value of being honest about his vulnerabilities.

Elin begynte å la gå av sin bitterhet, og Mikkel fant en ro han ikke visste han lengtet etter.

Elin began to let go of her bitterness, and Mikkel found a peace he didn't know he longed for.

Sammen, i vårens lys, tok de første skritt mot en ny begynnelse.

Together, in the light of spring, they took the first steps toward a new beginning.