Nyhavn havn lå stille under vinterens greb.

Nyhavn harbor lay quiet under winter's grip.

Sneen dalede ned over de farverige huse, mens kanalen var dækket af et tyndt lag is.

Snow fell over the colorful houses while the canal was covered with a thin layer of ice.

Inde på sit kontor sad Niels, en historieprofessor med en hemmelig fascination for uløste gåder. Hans blik var fæstnet på brevet foran sig.

Inside his office, Niels, a history professor with a secret fascination for unsolved mysteries, sat with his gaze fixed on the letter before him.

Brevet kom uden afsender.

The letter came with no sender.

Der var kun en enkelt sætning: "Under isen ligger sandheden."

There was only a single sentence: "Under the ice lies the truth."

Niels kiggede ud af det store vindue og mærkede en gysen ved tanken om, hvad der kunne ligge under den frosne overflade af Nyhavn.

Niels looked out of the large window, feeling a shiver at the thought of what might lie beneath the frozen surface of Nyhavn.

Niels elskede gåder, men dette brev bragte uro.

Niels loved mysteries, but this letter brought unease.

Han vidste, at han måtte finde ud af, hvad det betød.

He knew he had to find out what it meant.

Men var det klogt?

But was it wise?

Kunne han stole på Kaj og Ingrid, hans nærmeste venner?

Could he trust Kaj and Ingrid, his closest friends?

De havde altid støttet ham, men han frygtede for deres sikkerhed.

They had always supported him, but he feared for their safety.

Alligevel besluttede Niels sig for at følge instruktionerne.

Nevertheless, Niels decided to follow the instructions.

Han var ikke en mand, der vendte tilbage, når først han havde sat sig et mål.

He was not a man who turned back once he set himself a goal.

Han gik ned til havnen, hans sko knirkede i sneen.

He went down to the harbor, his shoes creaking in the snow.

Kaj og Ingrid mødte ham ved kajen.

Kaj and Ingrid met him at the quay.

Niels havde talt med dem i telefonen og kunne ikke skjule sin nervøsitet.

Niels had spoken with them on the phone and could not hide his nervousness.

Han fortalte dem om brevet.

He told them about the letter.

Ingrid kiggede skeptisk, men blev også nysgerrig.

Ingrid looked skeptical but also curious.

Kaj rystede på hovedet, "Det lyder farligt, men jeg er med."

Kaj shook his head, "It sounds dangerous, but I'm in."

De bevægede sig hen mod den del af havnen, som Niels mente kunne huse en hemmelighed.

They moved toward the part of the harbor that Niels thought could hold a secret.

Der var en lille båd, som kunne komme tættere på isen.

There was a small boat that could get closer to the ice.

De satte sig forsigtigt ind.

They carefully got in.

Niels brugte en hakke til at bryde isen.

Niels used a pick to break the ice.

De andre hjalp.

The others helped.

Pludselig brød en stor bane af is, og en trækasse kom til syne.

Suddenly, a large sheet of ice broke away, and a wooden crate emerged.

Hans hjerte bankede hurtigere.

His heart beat faster.

Men de var ikke alene.

But they were not alone.

En skikkelse kom frem fra skyggerne.

A figure emerged from the shadows.

En mand, der også havde fulgt brevet.

A man who had also followed the letter.

"Det er min," råbte han.

"It's mine," he shouted.

Niels stod fast.

Niels stood firm.

"Vi deler det."

"We share it."

Kaj og Ingrid stod ved hans side.

Kaj and Ingrid stood by his side.

De åbnede kassen og fandt gamle dokumenter og kort.

They opened the crate and found old documents and maps.

Det var en skat, ja, men ikke materielt.

It was a treasure, yes, but not a material one.

Skatten var en del af Københavns historie, bevaret gennem tidens tand.

The treasure was a part of Copenhagen's history, preserved through the ages.

Manden trak sig væk med et tilfreds smil.

The man withdrew with a satisfied smile.

"Jeg ville bare sikre mig, det blev fundet af de rette."

"I just wanted to make sure it was found by the right people."

Da Niels kom hjem, reflekterede han over dagen.

When Niels came home, he reflected on the day.

Det var aldrig skatten, han søgte.

It was never the treasure he sought.

Det var eventyret, forståelsen for gåderne og at dele sin rejse.

It was the adventure, the understanding of mysteries, and sharing his journey.

Han følte sig mere forbundet til Kaj og Ingrid end nogensinde før.

He felt more connected to Kaj and Ingrid than ever before.

Næste dag, da sneen fortsat faldt over Nyhavn, samlede de sig igen.

The next day, as the snow continued to fall over Nyhavn, they gathered again.

Niels havde en lille gave til hver af dem - kopier af deres fund.

Niels had a small gift for each of them—copies of their find.

De skålede med varm kakao på caféen ved vandet.

They toasted with hot cocoa at the café by the water.

Det var begyndelsen på mange eventyr sammen.

It was the beginning of many adventures together.

Niels havde åbnet sig for verden, og det føltes godt.

Niels had opened himself to the world, and it felt good.