Nyhavn var smukt i vinterens magi.

Nyhavn was beautiful in the magic of winter.

Lysene på de farvestrålende bygninger glimtede som stjerner mod den mørke himmel.

The lights on the colorful buildings twinkled like stars against the dark sky.

Snefnug dalede stille ned, og lugten af gløgg fyldte luften.

Snowflakes drifted down quietly, and the scent of gløgg filled the air.

Freja gik langs kanalen med et smil, men hendes hjerte bankede nervøst.

Freja walked along the canal with a smile, but her heart was beating nervously.

Hun havde planlagt denne aften i flere måneder.

She had planned this evening for several months.

Hun ville overraske Magnus ved julemarkedet.

She wanted to surprise Magnus at the Christmas market.

Søren, hendes gamle ven, havde lovet at hjælpe.

Søren, her old friend, had promised to help.

Men, vejen til den perfekte plan var fyldt med sne og små problemer.

But the road to the perfect plan was filled with snow and small problems.

"Freja, er du sikker på det?"

"Freja, are you sure about this?"

spurgte Søren, mens han kæmpede med sneen på hans støvler.

asked Søren, as he struggled with the snow on his boots.

"Det sneer meget."

"It's snowing a lot."

"Jeg ved det," svarede Freja med en svag knude i maven.

"I know," replied Freja with a slight knot in her stomach.

"Men det skal være i aften.

"But it has to be tonight.

Det er perfekt.

It's perfect.

Sneen gør alt mere magisk."

The snow makes everything more magical."

Magnus anede intet.

Magnus suspected nothing.

Han troede, at de blot skulle ud og opleve julelysene.

He thought they were just going out to see the Christmas lights.

Han elskede jul i København.

He loved Christmas in København.

Freja havde altid været den organiserede.

Freja had always been the organized one.

Hun havde allerede planlagt, hvor de skulle stå til selve øjeblikket.

She had already planned where they should stand for the moment itself.

Men tiden gik, og sneen gjorde det vanskeligt.

But time passed, and the snow made it difficult.

De var forsinkede.

They were delayed.

Freja kiggede uroligt rundt.

Freja looked around anxiously.

Søren skulle holde Magnus tilbage, men han løb risikoen for at komme til at sige noget forkert.

Søren was supposed to hold Magnus back, but he ran the risk of saying something wrong.

"Det gør ikke noget.

"It doesn't matter.

Lad os bare improvisere," tænkte Freja og tog en dyb indånding.

Let's just improvise," thought Freja and took a deep breath.

Hun havde valgt et sted ved kanalen, hvor lyset reflekterede i det stille vand.

She had chosen a spot by the canal where the light reflected in the still water.

Perfekt til et frieri.

Perfect for a proposal.

Endelig stod de sammen under de blinkende lys.

Finally, they stood together under the twinkling lights.

Magnus så forvirret ud, da Freja pludselig gik på knæ i sneen.

Magnus looked confused as Freja suddenly went down on one knee in the snow.

Folk omkring dem stoppede og så til.

People around them stopped and watched.

"Magnus," begyndte Freja og så op på ham med et kærligt og forventningsfuldt blik.

"Magnus," began Freja, looking up at him with a loving and hopeful gaze.

"Vil du være min?"

"Will you be mine?"

Der var et kort øjeblik af tavshed.

There was a brief moment of silence.

Så brød Magnus ud i et stort smil.

Then Magnus broke into a big smile.

"Ja, Freja!

"Yes, Freja!

Selvfølgelig!"

Of course!"

Han trak hende op i et varmt kram.

He pulled her up into a warm embrace.

Folk klappede omkring dem, og sneen faldt stadig blidt som konfetti i det øjeblik.

People clapped around them, and the snow still fell gently like confetti in that moment.

Selvom det ikke var gået helt som planlagt, var det perfekt på sin egen måde.

Even though it hadn't gone exactly as planned, it was perfect in its own way.

Freja indså, at det uventede gav øjeblikket en ægthed, som planlægningen ikke kunne.

Freja realized that the unexpected gave the moment an authenticity that planning couldn't.

De gik hånd i hånd gennem Nyhavn, mens julens glæde spredte sig i luften.

They walked hand in hand through Nyhavn, as the joy of Christmas spread in the air.

Freja smilede til Søren og tænkte, at livet sjældent var perfekt.

Freja smiled at Søren and thought that life was rarely perfect.

Men det uforudsigelige kunne være mindst lige så vidunderligt.

But the unpredictable could be just as wonderful.