Tivoli Gardens lyste op i vinterens mørke.

Tivoli Gardens lit up in the winter's darkness.

Julemarkedet var magisk, og duften af brændte mandler fyldte luften.

The julemarked was magical, and the scent of roasted almonds filled the air.

Freja og Emil gik gennem folkemængden, glade for julens stemning.

Freja and Emil walked through the crowd, happy with the Christmas atmosphere.

De havde glædet sig til at se tryllekunstneren optræde ved den store juletræ.

They had been looking forward to seeing the magician perform at the big Christmas tree.

Men noget gik galt.

But something went wrong.

Tryllekunstneren skulle have været på scenen nu, men han var væk.

The magician should have been on stage by now, but he was gone.

Publikum hviskede nervøst.

The audience whispered nervously.

Freja blev nysgerrig.

Freja became curious.

"Vi må finde ud af, hvad der er sket," sagde hun bestemt.

"We must find out what happened," she said decisively.

Emil så skeptisk på hende.

Emil looked at her skeptically.

"Freja, vi burde lade det være.

"Freja, we should let it be.

Det er sikkert en misforståelse."

It's probably a misunderstanding."

Men Freja var fast besluttet.

But Freja was determined.

Hun lagde mærke til en mand i kanten af mængden.

She noticed a man at the edge of the crowd.

Han bar en sort hat og betragtede scenen med en dyb fokuseret mine.

He wore a black hat and watched the stage with a deeply focused expression.

"Hej, Søren," sagde Freja forsigtigt, da hun nærmede sig ham.

"Hi, Søren," said Freja cautiously as she approached him.

"Har du set tryllekunstneren?"

"Have you seen the magician?"

Søren smilede skævt.

Søren smiled wryly.

"Det afhænger af, hvem der spørger," svarede han gådefuldt.

"That depends on who's asking," he replied enigmatically.

Frejas nysgerrighed voksede, mens Emil sukkede.

Freja's curiosity grew, while Emil sighed.

"Vi spilder tiden, Freja."

"We're wasting our time, Freja."

Men Freja ignorerede ham og fortsatte sin undersøgelse.

But Freja ignored him and continued her investigation.

Hun fulgte nogle spor, Søren diskret pegede på.

She followed some clues Søren discreetly pointed to.

De førte hende til et lille telt bagved boderne.

They led her to a small tent behind the stalls.

Freja kiggede forsigtigt ind.

Freja peeked in cautiously.

Indenfor sad tryllekunstneren bindet på hænderne.

Inside, the magician sat with his hands tied.

Han så op, da Freja trådte ind, og gjorde tegn til stilhed.

He looked up as Freja entered and motioned for silence.

Hun løsnede snoren hurtigt.

She quickly untied the rope.

"Hvem gjorde dette?"

"Who did this?"

hviskede hun.

she whispered.

"Det er kompliceret," sagde tryllekunstneren.

"It's complicated," said the magician.

"Men tak.

"But thank you.

Uden dig kunne jeg have været her hele natten."

Without you, I could have been here all night."

Tilbage på markedet, fortalte Søren, hvad han vidste.

Back at the market, Søren explained what he knew.

"Han blev taget af en rival, der ønskede at forstyrre hans optræden.

"He was taken by a rival who wanted to disrupt his performance.

Men nu er alt godt," sagde Søren med et hemmelighedsfuldt smil.

But now everything is fine," Søren said with a mysterious smile.

Freja følte en ny selvtillid i sin mave.

Freja felt a new confidence in her belly.

Hun havde handlet rigtigt, trods Emil's skepsis.

She had acted correctly, despite Emil's skepticism.

Emil nikkede anerkendende.

Emil nodded appreciatively.

"Okay, du havde ret, Freja."

"Okay, you were right, Freja."

Da de gik hjem gennem Tivolis magiske have, vidste Freja, at selv i de mørkeste timer kan man finde lys.

As they walked home through Tivoli's magical garden, Freja knew that even in the darkest hours, light could be found.

Hun havde lært, at folk ofte er mere, end de ser ud til, og hendes instinkt kunne føre hende til sandheden.

She had learned that people are often more than they seem, and her instinct could lead her to the truth.

Julemarkedet lyste stadig skarpt, fyldt med liv og glæde, og Freja følte sig en del af dens magi.

The julemarked still shone brightly, filled with life and joy, and Freja felt herself a part of its magic.