Det var sent i efteråret, og Botanisk Have i København stod som et magisk tæppe af orange og gule blade.

It was late in the autumn, and the Botanisk Have in København stood like a magical carpet of orange and yellow leaves.

Luften var skarp, og duften af fugtig jord fyldte næseborene.

The air was crisp, and the scent of damp earth filled the nostrils.

Freja elskede dette sted.

Freja loved this place.

Hun var botaniker her, og pasningen af haven var hendes hjerteprojekt.

She was a botanist here, and the upkeep of the garden was her heart's project.

Hun gik langs stierne og beundrede de store egetræer og fine buske.

She walked along the paths and admired the large oak trees and delicate bushes.

Men der var et problem.

But there was a problem.

De sjældne orkideer var forsvundet.

The rare orchids had disappeared.

Freja stod foran det sted, hvor orkideerne plejede at være.

Freja stood in front of the spot where the orchids used to be.

Hun mærkede en knude i maven.

She felt a knot in her stomach.

Disse orkideer var en del af den sjældne samling – en samling, der skulle bevares.

These orchids were part of the rare collection—a collection that was meant to be preserved.

Hendes blik gled hen over det tomme jordstykke.

Her gaze drifted over the empty patch of earth.

Hvor kunne de være?

Where could they be?

Hun gik inde i vagternes skur for at finde Mikkel.

She went inside the guards' shed to find Mikkel.

"Mikkel, har du set nogen mærkelig aktivitet om natten?"

"Mikkel, have you noticed any strange activity at night?"

spurgte hun.

she asked.

Mikkel kiggede op fra sin avis og lo.

Mikkel looked up from his newspaper and laughed.

"Nej, Freja, ingen suspekte i nat," sagde han og gik tilbage til sin læsning.

"No, Freja, no suspicious activity last night," he said, going back to his reading.

Han så altid ud til at tro, hun bekymrede sig for meget.

He always seemed to think she worried too much.

Lars, hendes kollega, var intet bedre.

Lars, her colleague, was no better.

Han var alt for optaget af at planlægge sine egne forelæsninger til at beskæftige sig med Frejas bekymringer.

He was too busy planning his own lectures to be concerned with Freja's worries.

Alligevel kunne Freja ikke ignorere det.

Nevertheless, Freja couldn't ignore it.

Hun besluttede at undersøge sagen selv.

She decided to investigate the matter herself.

Måske kunne hun finde frivillige til at hjælpe hende.

Maybe she could find volunteers to help her.

Efter et opslag på haveens opslagstavle, meldte nogle nysgerrige folk sig til at hjælpe.

After a notice on the garden's bulletin board, some curious people signed up to help.

Sammen gennemgik de haven omhyggeligt.

Together, they carefully combed through the garden.

De lagde mærke til, at nogle buske var flyttet på en unaturlig måde.

They noticed that some bushes had moved in an unnatural way.

"Se," sagde en af frivillige og pegede.

"Look," said one of the volunteers, pointing.

Der var tegn på en skjult passage.

There were signs of a hidden passage.

Frejas hjerte bankede hurtigere, da de rykkede buskene til side og opdagede en lille, gammel dør.

Freja's heart beat faster as they moved the bushes aside and discovered a small, old door.

Med rystende hænder åbnede de den forsigtigt.

With trembling hands, they opened it cautiously.

Bagved døråbningen strakte en mørk passage sig.

Behind the doorway stretched a dark passage.

Sammen med de frivillige trådte hun ind.

Together with the volunteers, she stepped inside.

I slutningen af passagen fandt de et hemmeligt rum.

At the end of the passage, they found a secret room.

Der stod orkideerne.

There stood the orchids.

Sprøde og smukke.

Crisp and beautiful.

Nogen havde forsøgt at stjæle dem – men hvem?

Someone had tried to steal them—but who?

Med hjælp fra de frivillige fik Freja bragt orkideerne tilbage til deres retmæssige plads.

With the help of the volunteers, Freja got the orchids back to their rightful place.

De kontaktede myndighederne, som straks startede en undersøgelse.

They contacted the authorities, who immediately began an investigation.

Freja var lettet og glad over, at orkideerne var tilbage, og fremover kunne hun hver dag nyde synet af dem.

Freja was relieved and happy that the orchids were back, and from then on, she could enjoy the sight of them every day.

Freja stod nu stærkere i sin rolle.

Freja now stood stronger in her role.

Hendes kolleger begyndte at respektere hendes engagement og ressourcestærke natur.

Her colleagues began to respect her dedication and resourceful nature.

Hendes mod havde reddet den sjældne samling, og hende selv.

Her courage had saved the rare collection, and herself.

Det var en sejr, der hang i den klare, københavnerske efterårsluft.

It was a victory that lingered in the clear, Copenhagen autumn air.