Kaskader af bølger brager mod klipperne ved Amalfikysten.

Cascades of waves crash against the rocks at the Amalfikysten.

Blå, livlige farver danser i havets skum, mens små pastelfarvede huse klynger sig til de stejle skråninger.

Blue, vibrant colors dance in the sea's foam while small pastel-colored houses cling to the steep slopes.

Det er efterår, og Freja og Kasper er her for at nyde skønheden.

It is autumn, and Freja and Kasper are here to enjoy the beauty.

Freja trækker Kasper ned ad en smal sti.

Freja pulls Kasper down a narrow path.

"Kom nu, Kasper!

"Come on, Kasper!

Se, hvor smukt det er her!"

Look how beautiful it is here!"

siger hun.

she says.

Freja elsker eventyr.

Freja loves adventure.

Hendes øjne skinner, når hun ser noget nyt.

Her eyes shine when she sees something new.

Kasper følger tøvende.

Kasper follows hesitantly.

Han foretrækker en plan og lidt forudsigelighed.

He prefers a plan and a little predictability.

Men Freja lokker ham altid med.

But Freja always lures him along.

En mørk sky trækker sig ind over kysten.

A dark cloud draws over the coast.

"Det ser ud som om stormen kommer hurtigt," bemærker Kasper.

"It looks like the storm is coming quickly," Kasper remarks.

Men Freja ler.

But Freja laughs.

"We finder snart et sted at søge ly," siger hun ubekymret.

"We'll find a place to shelter soon," she says nonchalantly.

Kasper har en hemmelig plan.

Kasper has a secret plan.

Han vil fri til Freja.

He wants to propose to Freja.

Han venter bare på det perfekte øjeblik.

He's just waiting for the perfect moment.

En romantisk udsigt, god timing.

A romantic view, good timing.

Han har ringen skjult i sin lomme.

He has the ring hidden in his pocket.

Pludselig bryder stormen ud.

Suddenly, the storm breaks out.

Vinden pisker, regnen falder hårdt.

The wind whips, the rain falls hard.

Stien bliver glat.

The path becomes slippery.

De beslutter sig for at finde et sted at tage ly, men klipperne er farlige.

They decide to find a place to take shelter, but the rocks are treacherous.

Freja glider, skrækken malet i hendes ansigt.

Freja slips, fear painted on her face.

Kasper reagerer instinktivt og griber fat i hende.

Kasper reacts instinctively and grabs hold of her.

Han trækker hende væk fra kanten, hans hjerte banker.

He pulls her away from the edge, his heart pounding.

"Freja, jeg kan ikke miste dig," siger han.

"Freja, I cannot lose you," he says.

De når et lille, rustikt hotel.

They reach a small, rustic hotel.

Det er hyggeligt og gammeldags.

It's cozy and old-fashioned.

I stenpejsen knitrer et varmt bål.

In the stone fireplace, a warm fire crackles.

De er sikre, men våde og kolde.

They are safe but wet and cold.

Kasper ser ind i Frejas øjne og indser, at her og nu er perfekt.

Kasper looks into Freja's eyes and realizes that here and now is perfect.

Ikke planlagt, men alligevel perfekt.

Not planned, yet perfect.

Han tager ringen frem.

He takes out the ring.

"Freja," siger han, og hans stemme er blød og kærlig.

"Freja," he says, his voice soft and loving.

"Vil du gifte dig med mig?"

"Will you marry me?"

Frejas øjne fyldes med tårer af glæde.

Freja's eyes fill with tears of joy.

"Ja, Kasper!

"Yes, Kasper!

Selvfølgelig vil jeg det!"

Of course, I will!"

Udenfor raser stormen stadig, men indeni er de varme og lykkelige.

Outside, the storm still rages, but inside they are warm and happy.

Kasper lærer at omfavne det uforudsigelige.

Kasper learns to embrace the unpredictable.

Freja sætter pris på Kaspers faste kærlighed.

Freja appreciates Kasper's steadfast love.

Sammen ser de frem mod en fremtid fuld af nye eventyr, hvor de bedste øjeblikke ofte er dem, man ikke kan planlægge.

Together, they look forward to a future full of new adventures, where the best moments are often those one cannot plan.