Tivoli Haverne var en magisk verden i vinterkulden.

Tivoli Haverne was a magical world in the winter cold.

Det var som et eventyr.

It was like a fairytale.

Lys blinkede overalt.

Lights twinkled everywhere.

Duftene af gløgg og friskbagte æbleskiver fyldte luften.

The scents of gløgg and freshly baked æbleskiver filled the air.

Mennesker lo, klar til at fejre det nye år.

People laughed, ready to celebrate the new year.

Freja gik gennem haven med målrettede skridt.

Freja walked through the garden with determined steps.

Hun ville nyde vinterfestivalen.

She wanted to enjoy the winter festival.

Glemme fortiden.

Forget the past.

Glemme Villads.

Forget Villads.

Men skæbnen havde andre planer.

But fate had other plans.

Villads stod ved en bod med karamelliserede æbler.

Villads stood by a stall with caramelized apples.

Hans smil var stort, men Freja kunne se, at hans øjne bar noget andet.

His smile was big, but Freja could see that his eyes carried something else.

Noget tungere.

Something heavier.

Noget som hun havde kendt så godt.

Something she had known so well.

Hendes hjerte sprang et slag over.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"Freja," sagde han, da han så hende.

"Freja," he said when he saw her.

Hans stemme var overrasket, blød.

His voice was surprised, soft.

"Villads," svarede hun, usikker på hvad hun skulle sige.

"Villads," she replied, unsure of what to say.

De stod i et kort øjeblik, omgivet af lyde og lys.

They stood for a brief moment, surrounded by sounds and lights.

Men det var som om de var alene i denne travle verden.

But it was as if they were alone in this busy world.

Freja ønskede fred.

Freja wanted peace.

Hun ønskede afslutning.

She wanted closure.

Ikke denne tornado af følelser.

Not this tornado of emotions.

"Jeg ville bare... tale," sagde Villads til sidst.

"I just wanted to... talk," Villads finally said.

"Vi har nogle ting, vi aldrig fik sagt."

"We have some things we never got to say."

Freja tøvede.

Freja hesitated.

Skulle hun tale med ham?

Should she talk to him?

Eller tage det lette valg og gå videre uden ord?

Or take the easy choice and move on without words?

Men der, midt i vinterens hjerte, besluttede hun sig.

But there, in the heart of winter, she decided.

De gik til et roligere hjørne af Tivoli.

They went to a quieter corner of Tivoli.

"Jeg har savnet dig," indrømmede Villads, da de var væk fra folkemængden.

"I've missed you," Villads admitted when they were away from the crowd.

Ordet hang i kulden mellem dem.

The word hung in the cold between them.

Freja sukkede dybt.

Freja sighed deeply.

Det, han sagde, brød noget i hende.

What he said broke something in her.

Noget hun troede, hun havde lagt bag sig.

Something she thought she had left behind.

"Jeg har også tænkt meget," sagde Freja.

"I've been thinking a lot too," Freja said.

"Men det er tid til at komme videre.

"But it's time to move on.

For os begge."

For both of us."

Villads nikkede, selvom hans øjne var triste.

Villads nodded, even though his eyes were sad.

"Jeg forstår," svarede han stille.

"I understand," he replied quietly.

Snart blev de stilhed.

Soon, they fell into silence.

Sandheden var sagt.

The truth was spoken.

Det, der var ubeskriveligt, blev nu beskrevet.

What was indescribable was now described.

Freja følte lettelse.

Freja felt relief.

Endelig kunne hun trække vejret frit.

Finally, she could breathe freely.

De smilte svagt til hinanden.

They smiled faintly at each other.

De gik tilbage mod festivalens lys, nu uden de ufortalte ord imellem dem.

They walked back toward the festival's lights, now without the unspoken words between them.

Freja vidste, hun var stærkere nu.

Freja knew she was stronger now.

Klar til fremtiden.

Ready for the future.

Klar til nye eventyr.

Ready for new adventures.

De skiltes med gensidig respekt.

They parted with mutual respect.

Det var tid til at byde det nye år velkommen med et lettet sind.

It was time to welcome the new year with a relieved mind.

Og Tivoli, med sin strålende pragt, var vidne til en gammel kærligheds sidste kapitel, mens nye muligheder ventede i horisonten.

And Tivoli, with its radiant splendor, bore witness to an old love's last chapter while new possibilities awaited on the horizon.