Vigeland Park lå stille i vintersolen.

Vigeland Park lay quiet in the winter sun.

Snøen lå som et hvitt teppe over alt, og skulpturene kastet lange skygger.

The snow lay like a white blanket over everything, and the sculptures cast long shadows.

Men noe var galt.

But something was wrong.

En uvurderlig statue var borte, forsvunnet over natten.

An invaluable statue was gone, disappeared overnight.

Elin, en ivrig kunsthistorie-student, var fylt med spenning og spørsmål.

Elin, an eager art history student, was filled with excitement and questions.

Hvordan kunne dette skje i en så kjent park?

How could this happen in such a renowned park?

Kjell følte seg skyldig.

Kjell felt guilty.

Han var sikkerhetsvakten, og selv om han patruljerte parken, hadde han ikke klart å forhindre tyveriet.

He was the security guard, and even though he patrolled the park, he had not been able to prevent the theft.

Hans hjerte sank hver gang han tenkte på det.

His heart sank every time he thought of it.

"Hvordan kunne det skje uten at jeg merket noe?

"How could this happen without me noticing anything?"

" spurte han seg selv gang på gang.

he asked himself again and again.

Elin bestemte seg for å hjelpe.

Elin decided to help.

Hun hadde alltid hatt en akutt sans for detaljer.

She had always had an acute sense for details.

Hun begynte å stille spørsmål og undersøke området.

She began asking questions and investigating the area.

Hun snakket med Kjell.

She talked to Kjell.

"Så du noe uvanlig?

"Did you see anything unusual?"

" spurte hun.

she asked.

Kjell ristet på hodet.

Kjell shook his head.

"Ingenting, men jeg hørte en lyd fra øst i parken, men tenkte ikke så mye på det.

"Nothing, but I heard a noise from the east in the park, but didn't think much of it."

"Mens politiet var skeptiske til Elins deltakelse, valgte hun å følge et spor som Kjell hadde oversett.

While the police were skeptical of Elin's involvement, she chose to follow a lead that Kjell had overlooked.

Hun trodde dette kunne være viktig.

She believed this could be important.

Det ledet henne til Heddas studio.

It led her to Hedda's studio.

Hedda var kjent i byen som en dyktig kunstrestauratør, men hun hadde alltid vært gåtefull.

Hedda was known in the city as a skilled art restorer, but she had always been enigmatic.

I studioet fant Elin noe som sjokkerte henne.

In the studio, Elin found something that shocked her.

Der, under et stort teppe, lå statuen.

There, under a large blanket, lay the statue.

Hun konfronterte Hedda.

She confronted Hedda.

"Hvorfor er statuen her?

"Why is the statue here?"

" Hedda så ned, men etter en pause, møtte hun endelig Elins blikk.

Hedda looked down, but after a pause, she finally met Elin's gaze.

"Jeg gjorde det for å beskytte den," forklarte hun stille.

"I did it to protect it," she explained quietly.

"En svart marked-handler hadde planer om å stjele den.

"A black market dealer had plans to steal it.

Jeg måtte handle raskt.

I had to act quickly."

"Elin var forbauset, men det hele begynte å gi mening.

Elin was astonished, but it all started to make sense.

Hun forstod nå hvor mye arbeidet for bevaring betydde.

She now understood how much the work for preservation meant.

Denne opplevelsen hadde lært henne å stole på instinktene sine og verdsette kunsten og dens beskyttelse enda mer.

This experience had taught her to trust her instincts and to value art and its protection even more.

Da snøen sakte begynte å smelte, ble parken igjen komplett.

As the snow slowly began to melt, the park was complete once again.

Statuen var tilbake på sin plass, og Elin visste at hun hadde gjort en forskjell.

The statue was back in its place, and Elin knew that she had made a difference.

Hun følte seg tilfreds og inspirert til å fortsette sin reise i kunstens verden.

She felt satisfied and inspired to continue her journey in the art world.