"En dyst søndag morgen i København vågnede Anders og Freja.

One gloomy Sunday morning in Copenhagen, Anders and Freja woke up.

De havde gjort det mange gange før.

They had done it many times before.

Men denne gang var anderledes.

But this time was different.

Noget utilfredsstillende lå i luften.

Something unsatisfying was in the air.

Morgenkaffen blev brygget, brødskiverne kom i brødristeren, men noget manglede.

The morning coffee was brewed, the bread slices went in the toaster, but something was missing.

Anders og Freja boede i en hyggelig lejlighed på Vesterbro.

Anders and Freja lived in a cozy apartment in Vesterbro.

De elskede deres by, København.

They loved their city, Copenhagen.

De elskede deres hjem.

They loved their home.

De elskede "hygge".

They loved "hygge."

Men de frygtede det, de skulle gøre i dag.

But they feared what they had to do today.

De skulle forklare "hygge" til nogen, der aldrig havde mærket det.

They had to explain "hygge" to someone who had never felt it.

Deres venner fra udlandet var på besøg.

Their friends from abroad were visiting.

Vennerne kendte ikke "hygge".

The friends did not know "hygge."

De forstod ordet ikke.

They did not understand the word.

"Hygge" var tomt for dem.

"Hygge" was empty to them.

De kendte ikke den varme, roen, det fællesskab.

They did not know the warmth, the calm, the sense of community.

Det var Anders og Frejas opgave at vise dem det.

It was Anders and Freja's task to show them.

Anders hældte kaffe i koppen.

Anders poured coffee into the cup.

Freja satte sig ved bordet.

Freja sat at the table.

Vennerne var klar.

The friends were ready.

"Hygge er ikke bare et ord", begyndte Freja.

"Hygge is not just a word," Freja began.

"'Hygge' er en følelse.

"'Hygge' is a feeling."

" Anders nikkede.

Anders nodded.

Han forberedte sig på at tale.

He prepared to speak.

"Det handler om at være sammen", sagde han.

"It's about being together," he said.

"Om at føle sig tryg.

"About feeling safe."

""I 'hygge' er vi tæt på hinanden," sagde Freja.

"In 'hygge,' we are close to each other," said Freja.

"Anders og jeg vil vise jer 'hygge'," sagde hun med fast stemme.

"Anders and I will show you 'hygge,'" she said firmly.

Mørket faldt på.

Darkness fell.

De tændte stearinlys.

They lit candles.

De drak kaffe, spiste kage.

They drank coffee, ate cake.

De spillede brætspil.

They played board games.

De lo.

They laughed.

De delte historier fra deres liv.

They shared stories from their lives.

De følte sig trygge.

They felt safe.

De følte sig tæt på hinanden.

They felt close to each other.

Dette var 'hygge'.

This was 'hygge.'

Efter en lang nat sagde vennerne farvel.

After a long night, the friends said goodbye.

De smilede.

They smiled.

De havde lært noget nyt.

They had learned something new.

De havde mærket "hygge".

They had felt "hygge."

Anders og Freja så på hinanden.

Anders and Freja looked at each other.

De smilede også.

They smiled too.

De var lettet.

They were relieved.

De havde vist deres venner "hygge".

They had shown their friends "hygge."

Deres opgave var afsluttet.

Their task was completed.

De gik i seng.

They went to bed.

De var trætte, men tilfredse.

They were tired but content.

De vidste nu, at selv udefra kan man lære "hygge".

They now knew that even from the outside, one can learn "hygge."

Nogle gange skal man bare vise det.

Sometimes you just have to show it.

Og den mørke, dystre søndag morgen blev til en hyggelig, mindeværdig søndag aften.

And the dark, dreary Sunday morning turned into a cozy, memorable Sunday night.

Det var København.

That was Copenhagen.

Det var "hygge".

That was "hygge."

Og det var Anders og Frejas succesfulde opgave.

And it was Anders and Freja's successful task.