Frogner Park var dekket av et tykt lag med snø.

Frogner Park was covered by a thick layer of snow.

Snøen lå stille og rolig, som et teppe i hvitt.

The snow lay still and calm, like a white blanket.

Vinden blåste sakte gjennom trærne, og den ellers livlige parken var nå helt stille.

The wind blew slowly through the trees, and the otherwise lively park was now completely silent.

Lars ruslet sakte gjennom parken.

Lars strolled slowly through the park.

Han hadde en lang, varm frakk på seg, og skjerfet var pakket godt rundt halsen.

He had a long, warm coat on, and the scarf was wrapped well around his neck.

Lars var en kunstner.

Lars was an artist.

Han elsket å male.

He loved to paint.

Om vinteren fant han inspirasjon i de snødekte landskapene i Norge, spesielt her i Frogner Park.

In the winter, he found inspiration in the snow-covered landscapes of Norway, especially here in Frogner Park.

Men i dag var noe galt.

But today something was wrong.

Han følte seg tom, uten ideer.

He felt empty, devoid of ideas.

Det var en stor utstilling snart, og han trengte en idé til et nytt maleri.

There was a big exhibition soon, and he needed an idea for a new painting.

Mens han gikk, begynte det å snø kraftigere.

As he walked, it began to snow more heavily.

Vinden tiltok, og det ble vanskelig å se noe som helst.

The wind picked up, and it became difficult to see anything at all.

Snøflakene traff ansiktet hans som små nåler.

The snowflakes hit his face like tiny needles.

Men Lars bestemte seg for å fortsette.

But Lars decided to continue.

Det var noe som trakk ham videre.

There was something pulling him onward.

Et håp om å finne noe magisk i dette vinterlandskapet.

A hope of finding something magical in this winter landscape.

Plutselig, bakom en gruppe snøkledde trær, så han det.

Suddenly, behind a group of snow-clad trees, he saw it.

En åpen plass, der snøen hadde dannet en svimlende vakker scene.

An open space, where the snow had created a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

Trærne var dekket i is og snø, og de glitret i det svake lyset.

The trees were covered in ice and snow, and they glittered in the dim light.

Alt virket så stille, nesten som om tiden hadde stoppet opp.

Everything seemed so still, almost as if time had stopped.

Det var som en vinterskog fra en drøm.

It was like a winter forest from a dream.

Lars sto der, målløs.

Lars stood there, speechless.

Lars visste øyeblikkelig at dette var det han hadde lett etter.

Lars knew immediately that this was what he had been searching for.

Han dro fram skisseboken sin fra sekken og begynte å skisse.

He pulled out his sketchbook from his backpack and began to sketch.

Fingrene hans var kalde, men han brydde seg ikke.

His fingers were cold, but he didn't care.

Ideen flommet ut av ham, og han visste nøyaktig hvordan han ville male dette fantastiske synet senere.

The idea flowed out of him, and he knew exactly how he wanted to paint this fantastic sight later.

Da han var ferdig å skisse, pakket han boken godt inn og begynte å gå tilbake.

When he finished sketching, he packed the book well and began to walk back.

Snøstormen virket ikke så ille lenger.

The snowstorm didn't seem so bad anymore.

Lars hadde funnet noe viktig: en fornyet tro på sin egen kreativitet og evner.

Lars had found something important: a renewed faith in his own creativity and abilities.

Han innså at noen ganger, er de mest utfordrende forholdene de som gir den største inspirasjonen.

He realized that sometimes, the most challenging conditions are the ones that provide the greatest inspiration.

Da Lars kom ut av parken, så han to kjente ansikter.

As Lars came out of the park, he saw two familiar faces.

Ingrid og Magnus, vennene hans, ventet på han.

Ingrid and Magnus, his friends, were waiting for him.

"Vi lurte på hvor du ble av," sa Ingrid med et smil.

"We wondered where you had gone," said Ingrid with a smile.

"Jeg fant det jeg lette etter," svarte Lars, med et rolig smil i ansiktet.

"I found what I was looking for," replied Lars, with a calm smile on his face.

Han var klar til å male.

He was ready to paint.

Klar til å vise verden det vakre han hadde funnet midt i snøstormen.

Ready to show the world the beauty he had found in the midst of the snowstorm.