Sneen dalede stille ned over København.

The snow gently fell over København.

Inde på Sankt Annæ Gymnasium summede lyden af elevers latter og skridt på de skinnende gangbroer.

Inside Sankt Annæ Gymnasium, the sound of students' laughter and footsteps echoed in the shiny walkways.

Freja trak jakken tættere om sig, mens hun gik langs de lange korridorer.

Freja pulled her jacket closer as she walked along the long corridors.

Hun elskede følelsen af at være her, selvom hun stadig følte sig en smule fremmed.

She loved the feeling of being here, even though she still felt a bit like an outsider.

Freja var ikke vant til den nye situation derhjemme.

Freja wasn't used to the new situation at home.

Hendes mor var blevet gift igen med Lars, som også havde en søn, Søren.

Her mother had remarried Lars, who also had a son, Søren.

Alt føltes anderledes nu.

Everything felt different now.

Hun savnede sin gamle hverdag, hvor hun kendte alle reglerne.

She missed her old routine, where she knew all the rules.

Hjemme ventede Lars og Søren med forventning.

At home, Lars and Søren awaited expectantly.

Lars var altid venlig og prøvede hårdt at blive en far for hende, men det kunne føles lidt for meget.

Lars was always kind and tried hard to become a father to her, but it could feel a bit too much.

Søren, lidt ældre og også lidt forsigtig, brugte tid på at finde sin egen plads.

Søren, a little older and also somewhat cautious, was taking his time to find his own place.

Denne særlige dag var det Helligtrekongersdag.

This particular day was Helligtrekongersdag.

Lars havde planlagt en familiefest om aftenen.

Lars had planned a family party in the evening.

Lys skulle tændes, og der skulle spises kringle, en tradition fra hans familie.

Lights would be lit, and they would eat kringle, a tradition from his family.

Men Freja havde også modtaget en invitation fra sine venner til en vinterkunstudstilling.

But Freja had also received an invitation from her friends to a winter art exhibition.

Hun var splittet.

She was torn.

I klassen stirrede Freja ned på sit papir, mens alle hendes tanker kæmpede.

In class, Freja stared down at her paper as all her thoughts wrestled.

Søren, som gik på skolen, dukkede op ved hendes side.

Søren, who went to the school, appeared by her side.

"Hej Freja," sagde han forsigtigt.

"Hey Freja," he said cautiously.

"Jeg tænkte på, om du glæder dig til filmen?"

"I was wondering if you're looking forward to the movie?"

"Åh," sagde hun og så lidt overrasket på ham.

"Oh," she said, looking a bit surprised at him.

"Måske."

"Maybe."

Søren nikkede.

Søren nodded.

"Jeg ved, at det kan være lidt... meget.

"I know it can be a bit... much.

Jeg føler det samme."

I feel the same way."

Dette var det første øjeblik af sand forbindelse mellem dem.

This was the first moment of true connection between them.

Søren vidste, hvordan det føltes at være fanget mellem det gamle og det nye.

Søren knew what it felt like to be caught between the old and the new.

Da hun kom hjem, snurrede duften af hjemmebag rundt i køkkenet.

When she came home, the smell of homemade baking wafted around the kitchen.

Lars smilede stort, men der var en nervøsitet i hans blik.

Lars smiled broadly, but there was a nervousness in his gaze.

"Freja, vi glæder os til i aften," sagde han.

"Freja, we're looking forward to tonight," he said.

Freja tog en dyb indånding.

Freja took a deep breath.

"Jeg vil gerne tale," begyndte hun.

"I want to talk," she began.

"Det kan være svært, det her med nye traditioner.

"It can be difficult, this with new traditions.

Jeg føler mig lidt...

I feel a bit...

tabt."

lost."

Lars så alvorligt på hende.

Lars looked seriously at her.

"Freja, jeg vil ikke presse dig.

"Freja, I don't want to pressure you.

Jeg vil bare være en del af dit liv."

I just want to be a part of your life."

Der stod de i køkkenet, ord der havde tynget begge endelig udtrykt.

There they stood in the kitchen, words that had weighed on both finally expressed.

Søren kom ind, stille og åbnede sin mund for at sige noget, men lukkede den igen.

Søren came in quietly and opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again.

Freja sendte ham et lille smil.

Freja gave him a small smile.

I de følgende timer fandt de en fælles forståelse.

In the following hours, they found a mutual understanding.

De diskuterede traditioner og fandt måder at blande dem på.

They discussed traditions and figured out ways to blend them.

Fredens lys tændtes mellem dem, lige i tide til lysene i mørket af Helligtrekonger.

The light of peace was lit between them, just in time for the lights in the darkness of Helligtrekonger.

Freja indså, at hendes plads i familien udviklede sig, ligesom hendes kunst, som trak på forskellige stilarter og farver for at skabe noget nyt.

Freja realized that her place in the family was evolving, just like her art, which drew on different styles and colors to create something new.

I løbet af aftenen, mens lysene blinkede på den hvide sne udenfor, formede de nye måder at være familie på.

Throughout the evening, as lights twinkled on the white snow outside, they shaped new ways of being a family.

Freja følte sig endelig hjemme i den nye virkelighed, hvor hendes egenart kunne eksistere sammen med denne nye families oplevelser og kærlighed.

Freja finally felt at home in the new reality, where her individuality could coexist with this new family's experiences and love.