That's "first snow", if you were struggling to find the "ø" key in Google Translate.
I feel I would be remiss if I did not make note of the first snowfall of our first fall in Norway: October 27th.
We woke in the morning to find the ground lightly covered with snow and thick flakes falling from the sky. It kept up throughout the morning, including during my run to the barnehage with Greta in the jogger, snuggled in with fleece, down, and plastic encasing her. Tika and I took the long way home from the barnehage, running through the woods while the snow blew around us. It was very pretty. By the afternoon it had turned to sleet, then rain, and a day later there are no signs of snow anywhere.*
That's okay. I must admit: I'm a little nervous about winter! I like winter, and I like snow, but I'm nervous about the length of the winter. In the past I've been excited about the first snowfall of the season, but this year I'm not looking forward to it as much.
*Actually, after heading out for a morning run I discovered that the roads are slick with ice, and the trails are a combination of ice, frozen mud, and remnants of the snowfall.