Elsa se voete sink in die dik sneeu.

Elsa’s feet sink into the thick snow.

Die wind fluit oor die verlatenheid soos 'n treurige lied.

The wind whistles over the desolation like a mournful song.

Sy trek haar jas stywer om haar lyf en kyk oor die eindelose wit landskap.

She pulls her coat tighter around her body and looks over the endless white landscape.

Daar is 'n gerug van 'n veilige toevlug oorkant die berge.

There is a rumor of a safe haven beyond the mountains.

Dit is haar hoop, haar doel.

It is her hope, her goal.

Onderweg het sy gekom op Pieter en Liam, twee ander oorlewendes.

Along the way, she encountered Pieter and Liam, two other survivors.

Hulle het oor 'n vuur gesit in die wrak van 'n ou motor en haar uitgenooi om hulle te join.

They were sitting by a fire in the wreck of an old car and invited her to join them.

In 'n wêreld vol wantroue is elke ontmoeting versigtig.

In a world full of distrust, every encounter is cautious.

Maar Elsa sien iets in hulle oë: dieselfde verlange om dalk weer met geliefdes herenig te word.

But Elsa sees something in their eyes: the same longing to perhaps be reunited with loved ones.

Die landskap is genadeloos.

The landscape is merciless.

Die ruïnes van ou stede lyk soos spoke teen die grys lug.

The ruins of old cities look like ghosts against the gray sky.

Hulle beweeg versigtig, altyd op die uitkyk vir gevaar.

They move cautiously, always on the lookout for danger.

Kos is skaars.

Food is scarce.

Hulle deel wat hulle het: 'n blikkie boontjies, 'n paar beskuitjies.

They share what they have: a can of beans, a few biscuits.

Een aand, as die lug kouer word, tref hulle 'n kamp op onder 'n verlate brug.

One evening, as the air gets colder, they set up camp under an abandoned bridge.

Die vuur knetter saggies.

The fire crackles softly.

Pieter vertel stories van sy familie.

Pieter tells stories of his family.

Liam droom hardop oor 'n warmer plek, dalk 'n hoopvolle toekoms.

Liam dreams aloud of a warmer place, perhaps a hopeful future.

Elsa luister en voel hoe hoop in haar binneste groei.

Elsa listens and feels hope growing inside her.

Net voor sononder, eendag, kom 'n aanval onverwags.

Just before sunset, one day, an attack comes unexpectedly.

'n Vyandige groep wil hulle min kos en klere hê.

A hostile group wants their meager food and clothes.

Elsa, Pieter, en Liam mobiliseer vinnig.

Elsa, Pieter, and Liam mobilize quickly.

Elsa gebruik haar skerpioenmes, terwyl Pieter 'n verroeste ysterstaaf swaai.

Elsa uses her scorpion knife, while Pieter swings a rusty iron rod.

Liam gooi klippe na die aanvallers.

Liam throws stones at the attackers.

Dit is 'n hewige stryd, maar die groep oorwin.

It is a fierce battle, but the group prevails.

Hulle staan moeg, maar lewend.

They stand tired but alive.

Nadat die stof gaan lê het, kyk Elsa na Pieter en Liam.

After the dust has settled, Elsa looks at Pieter and Liam.

Hulle oë is ferm, maar daar is 'n nuwe band van vertroue.

Their eyes are firm, but there is a new bond of trust.

Sy besef dat om te oorleef, moet sy leer om ander te vertrou.

She realizes that to survive, she must learn to trust others.

Hulle pad is nog lank en gevaarlik, maar saam voel alles moontlik.

Their journey is still long and dangerous, but together everything feels possible.

Die volgende oggend stap hulle verder, die berge in die verte duidelik sigbaar.

The next morning, they continue walking, the mountains in the distance clearly visible.

Die koue sypel deur na hul gebeendere, maar hulle het 'n nuwe krag.

The cold seeps into their bones, but they have a new strength.

Elsa dra 'n warm brand in haar hart – die hoop dat daar aan die einde van hierdie reis meer wag as net 'n veilige hawe.

Elsa carries a warm fire in her heart – the hope that at the end of this journey more awaits than just a safe haven.

Misschien sal sy verlore familie weer vind.

Perhaps she will find her lost family again.

En nou, met hulp van Pieter en Liam, is sy nie meer alleen op die pad nie.

And now, with the help of Pieter and Liam, she is no longer alone on the road.