Tivoli var fyldt med farver, lys og grin.

Tivoli was filled with colors, lights, and laughter.

Efterårsbelysningen gjorde haven til et magisk sted, hvor græskar og lanterne kastede skygger and et blidt lys over de mange besøgende.

The autumn lights turned the garden into a magical place, where pumpkins and lanterns cast shadows and a gentle light over the many visitors.

Freja, Lars og Emma gik rundt, ivrige efter at opleve alle festivalens glæder.

Freja, Lars, and Emma wandered around, eager to experience all the joys of the festival.

Men tingene ændrede sig hurtigt.

But things changed quickly.

Da de gik forbi en af de livlige boder, snublede Freja pludselig.

As they passed one of the lively stalls, Freja suddenly stumbled.

"Av!"

"Ouch!"

hun faldt til jorden og tog sig til anklen.

She fell to the ground and grabbed her ankle.

Lars var straks ved hendes side, dybt bekymret.

Lars was immediately by her side, deeply concerned.

"Er du okay?"

"Are you okay?"

spurgte han.

he asked.

Freja prøvede at smile, men smerten var tydelig i hendes ansigt.

Freja tried to smile, but the pain was evident on her face.

"Jeg tror, jeg har forvredet min ankel," svarede hun stille.

"I think I twisted my ankle," she replied quietly.

Emma satte sig ved siden af hende, altid parat med opmuntring.

Emma sat beside her, always ready with encouragement.

"Bare rolig, vi finder en måde, så du stadig kan nyde festivalen."

"Don't worry, we'll find a way for you to still enjoy the festival."

De fandt en bænk tæt på en stor scene, hvor et optog var ved at begynde.

They found a bench close to a large stage, where a parade was about to begin.

Freja sad ned, mens Lars gik for at hente noget is til hendes ankel.

Freja sat down, while Lars went to get some ice for her ankle.

Emma blev hos hende, fast besluttet på at opmuntre sin ven, trods situationen.

Emma stayed with her, determined to cheer up her friend, despite the situation.

"Freja," sagde Emma energisk, "måske kan vi finde noget, du kan lave siddende?

"Freja," Emma said energetically, "maybe we can find something you can do sitting down?

Der er masser af boder med kunst og håndværk."

There are plenty of stalls with arts and crafts."

Freja nikkede langsomt, stadig lidt skuffet, men hendes nysgerrighed blev vækket.

Freja nodded slowly, still a bit disappointed, but her curiosity was piqued.

Efter noget tid, og med lidt forsigtig støtte fra Lars og Emma, flyttede de sig hen til en bod, hvor børn og voksne lavede farverige masker.

After some time, and with a little careful support from Lars and Emma, they moved to a stall where children and adults were making colorful masks.

Freja fik en pensel i hånden og blev straks opslugt af kreativiteten.

Freja got a brush in her hand and was immediately engrossed in creativity.

Hun malede forsigtigt, farverne dansede hen over det hvide materiale.

She painted carefully, the colors dancing across the white material.

Selvom tårene nogle gange truede med at komme frem, når hun tænkte på alle de aktiviteter, hun ikke kunne deltage i, indså Freja snart, at hun fandt glæde i dette nye eventyr.

Though tears sometimes threatened to appear when she thought about all the activities she couldn't participate in, Freja soon realized she found joy in this new adventure.

Hun sad dér, mens lyset fra lanterne skinnede rundt om hende, og så alle de smil og gode minder, hun delte med sine venner.

She sat there, with the light from lanterns shining around her, and saw all the smiles and good memories she shared with her friends.

Da aftenen var forbi, og festivalens lys begyndte at dæmpes, følte Freja sig overraskende hel.

As the evening came to an end and the festival's lights began to dim, Freja felt surprisingly whole.

Hun kunne se værdien i at stoppe op og opleve noget andet.

She could see the value in stopping and experiencing something different.

"Det var sjovt," sagde hun til Lars og Emma, der sad ved hendes side.

"That was fun," she said to Lars and Emma, who sat by her side.

"Jeg troede jeg gik glip af det hele, men jeg lærte noget vigtigt: Det er ikke altid det, man laver, men de, man er sammen med."

"I thought I was missing out on everything, but I learned something important: It's not always about what you do, but who you're with."

De tre venner krammede i det kølige efterårsaften, omgivet af den varme glød fra Tivolis magiske atmosfære.

The three friends hugged in the cool autumn evening, surrounded by the warm glow of Tivoli's magical atmosphere.

Freja vidste nu, at hun ikke behøvede at bekymre sig om det, hun gik glip af; det var de nye minder, der virkelig betød noget.

Freja now knew she didn't need to worry about what she missed; it was the new memories that truly mattered.