Det var en magisk vinteraften i København.

It was a magical winter evening in København.

Sneen dalede sagte, og Tivoli skinnede som en glitrende juvel midt i byen.

The snow fell gently, and Tivoli shone like a glittering jewel in the middle of the city.

Astrid og Johan gik hånd i hånd gennem Tivoli Gardens, overdækket af et tæppe af tusindvis af julelys.

Astrid and Johan walked hand in hand through Tivoli Gardens, covered by a blanket of thousands of Christmas lights.

Duften af ristede mandler fyldte luften, og lyden af glade børns latter gav parken liv.

The scent of roasted almonds filled the air, and the sound of happy children's laughter brought the park to life.

Astrid følte sig lykkelig.

Astrid felt happy.

I aften ønskede hun noget særligt, noget magisk.

Tonight she wished for something special, something magical.

En lille stemme i hende håbede på en helt speciel overraskelse.

A small voice inside her hoped for a very special surprise.

Hun kiggede kærligt på Johan, som så glad og energisk ud.

She looked lovingly at Johan, who seemed happy and energetic.

Men hun vidste ikke, at hans hjerte bankede hurtigere end normalt.

But she didn’t know that his heart was beating faster than normal.

Johan havde en ring i lommen.

Johan had a ring in his pocket.

Han havde planlagt at fri til Astrid i aften og ventede på det rette øjeblik.

He had planned to propose to Astrid tonight and was waiting for the right moment.

De gik forbi julenissen, der delte slik ud til børnene, og videre til det store pariserhjul.

They walked past the Christmas elf, who was handing out candy to the children, and on to the big Ferris wheel.

Astrid lo, da Johan drillede hende og sagde, at han ville tage hende med helt til Paris i gondolen.

Astrid laughed as Johan teased her, saying he would take her all the way to Paris in the gondola.

Selv om Johan jokede, rystede hans hænder lidt af nervøsitet ved tanken om at tage skridtet.

Even though Johan joked, his hands trembled a little with nervousness at the thought of taking the step.

Da aftenen gik mod sit klimaks, trak Johan Astrid tættere på sig.

As the evening approached its climax, Johan pulled Astrid closer to him.

De stod på Plænen, også kendt som den store græsplæne, hvorfra man kunne se fyrværkeriet.

They stood on Plænen, also known as the large lawn, from where one could see the fireworks.

Johan havde besluttet, at det skulle være der, han ville spørge.

Johan had decided that it should be there he would ask.

Med fyrværkeriets lys danser i baggrunden, håbede han på, at det ville blive en uforglemmelig oplevelse.

With the fireworks' lights dancing in the background, he hoped it would be an unforgettable experience.

Men netop som han ville tage mod til sig, skete det uventede.

But just as he was about to gather his courage, the unexpected happened.

En gruppe børn løb forbi dem efter en stor ballondyrmand, og Astrids opmærksomhed blev kortvarigt fanget af det sjove optræden.

A group of children ran past them after a balloon artist, and Astrid's attention was momentarily caught by the amusing performance.

Johan frøs et øjeblik.

Johan froze for a moment.

Nej, tænkte han, ikke nu.

No, he thought, not now.

Men så tog han en dyb indånding, tog fat i Astrids hånd og knælede ned.

But then he took a deep breath, took Astrid's hand, and knelt down.

"Astrid," sagde han med en stemme fyldt med kærlighed og ærlighed.

"Astrid," he said with a voice filled with love and honesty.

"Vil du gifte dig med mig?"

"Will you marry me?"

Hendes øjne blev store af overraskelse og glæde.

Her eyes grew wide with surprise and joy.

Hun kigge ned på Johan, hans øjne skinnede mere end nogen stjernehimmel.

She looked down at Johan, his eyes shining more than any starry sky.

Astrid smilende sagde "Ja, selvfølgelig vil jeg det!"

Astrid, smiling, said, "Yes, of course I will!"

Hun kastede sig i hans arme, og de omfavnede hinanden midt i den glitrende vinterhave.

She threw herself into his arms, and they embraced each other amidst the sparkling winter garden.

I det øjeblik indså Johan, at det ikke var det perfekte øjeblik, der betød noget, men snarere det perfekte i at være sammen og ærlige overfor hinanden.

In that moment, Johan realized that it was not the perfect moment that mattered, but rather the perfection in being together and honest with each other.

Astrid følte sig både elsket og værdsat, og hendes skjulte usikkerheder smeltede væk som snefnug på en varm hånd.

Astrid felt both loved and appreciated, and her hidden insecurities melted away like snowflakes on a warm hand.

Og i Tivoli Gardens den aften, mens fyrværkeriet malede himlen, var der to hjerter, der allerede var klar til deres livs største rejse sammen.

And in Tivoli Gardens that evening, while the fireworks painted the sky, there were two hearts already ready for the greatest journey of their lives together.