Vigelandparken lå stille under snøens lune teppe.

Vigelandparken lay still under the cozy blanket of snow.

Det var dagen før jul, og det store familietreffet skulle finne sted.

It was the day before Christmas, and the big family gathering was about to take place.

Elsa sto ved inngangen og trakk pusten dypt.

Elsa stood at the entrance and took a deep breath.

Hun hadde ikke sett familien på mange år.

She hadn't seen her family in many years.

Vinden bet i dekket hennes kinn, men nervene var den virkelig bitende følelsen.

The wind bit at her covered cheeks, but the nerves were the real biting sensation.

Sindre var allerede der.

Sindre was already there.

Han hadde alltid vært den ansvarlige, den som ble igjen da Elsa forlot hjemmet for å følge drømmen om å bli kunstner.

He had always been the responsible one, the one who stayed behind when Elsa left home to follow her dream of becoming an artist.

Han snudde seg mot Elsa da hun nærmet seg.

He turned toward Elsa as she approached.

Ansiktet hans var stramt, og Elsa kjente på skyldfølelsen.

His face was tight, and Elsa felt a pang of guilt.

"Hei, Sindre," sa hun forsiktig.

"Hi, Sindre," she said cautiously.

"Hei," svarte han kort.

"Hi," he answered briefly.

Blikkene deres møttes kort, før han så bort.

Their gazes met briefly before he looked away.

Det var så mye usagt mellom dem.

There was so much unsaid between them.

De begynte å gå langs den snødekte stien.

They began to walk along the snow-covered path.

Skulpturene rundt dem sto som tause vitner til familiens historie.

The sculptures around them stood as silent witnesses to the family's history.

Elsa visste at hun måtte si noe, før stillheten mellom dem ble uutholdelig.

Elsa knew she had to say something before the silence between them became unbearable.

"Jeg vet at jeg forlot deg med mye ansvar," sa Elsa endelig.

"I know I left you with a lot of responsibility," Elsa said finally.

"Men det var noe jeg måtte gjøre.

"But it was something I had to do."

"Sindre stanset og så rett på henne.

Sindre stopped and looked directly at her.

"Det føltes ikke slik da.

"It didn't feel that way then.

Jeg følte meg forlatt.

I felt abandoned."

"Elsa svelget tungt.

Elsa swallowed thickly.

"Jeg skjønner det.

"I understand.

Jeg tenkte ikke hvordan det ville være for deg.

I didn't think about how it would be for you."

"Sindre så ut i parken, pusten hans skyet i vinterkulda.

Sindre looked out into the park, his breath clouding in the winter cold.

"Det var ensomt," innrømmet han.

"It was lonely," he admitted.

"Jeg savnet hvordan vi pleide å være.

"I missed how we used to be."

"Elsa visste at dette var hennes sjanse.

Elsa knew this was her chance.

"Jeg også," sa hun.

"I did too," she said.

"Jeg savner å ha en bror som jeg kan stole på.

"I miss having a brother I can rely on."

"De sto der en stund, bare lyden av vind som rustet i trærne.

They stood there for a while, only the sound of the wind rustling in the trees.

Elsa følte en ro, blandet med angst over tiden som hadde gått tapt.

Elsa felt a calmness mixed with anxiety over the time that had been lost.

"Kan vi starte på nytt?

"Can we start over?"

" spurte hun forsiktig.

she asked cautiously.

Sindre nikket sakte.

Sindre nodded slowly.

"Vi kan prøve," sa han.

"We can try," he said.

"Tilgi meg for å ha vært bitter.

"Forgive me for being bitter."

"Elsa smilte svakt.

Elsa smiled faintly.

"Jeg vil gjerne prøve å forstå deg.

"I'd like to try to understand you."

"De begynte å gå igjen, side om side.

They began walking again, side by side.

Vigelandparkens ro omfavnet dem, akkurat som den friske snøen.

The tranquility of Vigelandparken embraced them, just like the fresh snow.

Julen var en tid for forsoning, og selv under den kalde, mørke vinteren i Oslo, føltes det som om noe nytt våknet mellom dem.

Christmas was a time for reconciliation, and even during the cold, dark winter in Oslo, it felt like something new was awakening between them.