Det var nyttårsaften, og snøen falt tungt over Oslo.

It was New Year's Eve, and the snow was falling heavily over Oslo.

Ute på gaten svaiet folk mot vinden i jakker og skjerf.

Out on the street, people swayed against the wind in jackets and scarves.

Lyset fra Oslo Operahus skinte varmt gjennom kulden.

The light from Oslo Operahus shone warmly through the cold.

Inne i operahuset, søkte Signe ly fra snøstormen.

Inside the opera house, Signe sought shelter from the snowstorm.

Hennes lyseblå skjerf var fuktig, men hun brydde seg ikke.

Her light blue scarf was damp, but she didn't care.

Hun elsket å lengte seg vekk i musikk.

She loved to lose herself in music.

Denne vinteren følte hun imidlertid at noe manglet.

However, this winter she felt that something was missing.

Da hun ristet av seg snøen, så hun en mann.

As she shook off the snow, she saw a man.

Eirik, sto også der for å søke ly.

Eirik was also there seeking shelter.

Han så usikker, men nysgjerrig ut.

He looked uncertain but curious.

Eirik hadde følt presset av nye nyttårsløfter, men han var ennå usikker på veien videre.

Eirik had felt the pressure of new New Year's resolutions, but he was still unsure of the path ahead.

"Heisan," sa Signe vennlig, mens hun prøvde å få varmen i seg.

"Heisan," said Signe kindly, while she tried to warm herself.

"Stormen tok meg med overraskelse.

"The storm took me by surprise."

"Eirik nikket og smilte forsiktig.

Eirik nodded and smiled cautiously.

"Ja, den er intens," svarte han, stemmen litt skjør.

"Yes, it's intense," he responded, his voice a bit fragile.

"Operahuset er flott for ly, ikke sant?

"The opera house is great for shelter, isn't it?"

"De satte seg på en benk nær inngangen og så utover foajeen.

They sat on a bench near the entrance and looked out over the foyer.

Kasper, Eiriks venn, var alltid der for å gi litt komisk lettelse.

Kasper, Eirik's friend, was always there to provide some comic relief.

Han passet på at Eirik alltid hadde noe å le av selv i de mørkeste stunder.

He made sure that Eirik always had something to laugh at even in the darkest times.

Nå var han bortreist på ferie, men Kasper hadde foreslått operahuset som et sted for inspirasjon.

Now he was away on holiday, but Kasper had suggested the opera house as a place for inspiration.

Stillheten vokste, men Eirik tok mot til seg.

The silence grew, but Eirik gathered his courage.

"Liker du opera?

"Do you like opera?"

" spurte han.

he asked.

Han kjempet mot usikkerheten i sitt indre.

He fought against the uncertainty within him.

Signe så på ham, overrasket, men glad.

Signe looked at him, surprised but pleased.

"Jeg elsker det," sa hun med glød.

"I love it," she said passionately.

"Musikk gir meg ro.

"Music gives me peace.

Hva med deg?

What about you?"

"Eirik pustet dypt.

Eirik took a deep breath.

"Jeg er ikke sikker på hva jeg skal gjøre fremover," innrømmet han nølende.

"I'm not sure what to do next," he admitted hesitantly.

"Men jeg vil finne noen som forstår.

"But I want to find someone who understands."

"Signe følte en varme ved hans ærlige ord.

Signe felt a warmth from his honest words.

"Det er modig å si," sa hun forsiktig.

"That's brave to say," she said carefully.

"Jeg har også savnet å dele det jeg elsker med noen.

"I've missed sharing what I love with someone too."

"Snøen dalte fortsatt, og tiden gikk umerkelig.

The snow was still falling, and time passed imperceptibly.

De snakket om drømmer, håp og bekymringer.

They talked about dreams, hopes, and worries.

Eirik følte seg fri for første gang på lenge, mens Signe følte gradvis sin mur smuldre.

Eirik felt free for the first time in a long while, while Signe gradually felt her walls crumble.

I det klokken nærmet seg midnatt, hørtes fyrverkeri utenfra.

As the clock approached midnight, fireworks were heard outside.

Lyskasterne danset over snøen, en spektakulær lysfest idet det nye året kom.

The spotlights danced over the snow, a spectacular light show as the new year arrived.

Signe og Eirik satt tett, overrasket over hvor fort de fem minutter hadde forsvunnet.

Signe and Eirik sat close, surprised at how quickly those five minutes had disappeared.

"Nytt år, ny start," sa Eirik lavt.

"New year, new start," said Eirik softly.

"Kanskje dette er vårt år?

"Maybe this is our year?"

"Signe smilte mot ham, usikker men håpefull.

Signe smiled at him, uncertain but hopeful.

"La oss møtes her igjen," sa hun fast.

"Let's meet here again," she said firmly.

"Vi har mer å dele.

"We have more to share."

"Snøstormen begynte å løsne sitt grep, de kunne nå bevege seg ut.

The snowstorm began to loosen its grip, and they could now venture outside.

Hva de delte denne natten var mer enn ord, det var en begynnelse på noe nytt.

What they shared that night was more than words; it was the beginning of something new.

Da de skiltes, kjente Signe at hun endelig var klar for nye relasjoner.

As they parted, Signe felt she was finally ready for new relationships.

Eirik følte seg styrket, innså at hans sårbarhet kunne være en styrke.

Eirik felt strengthened, realizing that his vulnerability could be a strength.

De lovte å ses igjen, for denne natten var bare starten på deres nye fortelling.

They promised to meet again, for this night was just the start of their new story.

Snøstormen hadde kanskje tvunget dem sammen, men det var gnisten mellom dem som ville lysne deres vei videre.

The snowstorm may have forced them together, but it was the spark between them that would brighten their path forward.