[ EU ] Re-write your favorite Disney movie plot as a dark thriller , do not tell which movie it is right away .

The hallway was affixed with antique candle-holders that were solid gold. And the light shines from them is orange and yellow and wavers in the darkness. The red walls had gold-lined patterns etched into them, repeating shapes of diamonds, flowers. The floor was black marble. A tall strong woman presses her back against the wall just before the hallway. She was young, with jet-black hair, thick, but silk, pulled loosely into a long bun. Her eyes are like flower petals, but sharp as daggers. 
 
 She walks quietly through the hall. Everyone is asleep. She comes to a dark wood door, takes the gold handle and opens it. As she slips inside, she passes from light to blackness, her ivory skin disappearing, so too the knife in her hand, a large sterling butcher knife, like the ones used by fishermen at the market. 
 
 A young woman was in bed, red silk bedsheets. Gold bedposts framed her. The young woman had rough red hair cast like feathers around her on the pillow. Her arms rested over the blankets on top of her chest. There was an inner glow inside her and it made the woman woman look radiant, even in the dark night. Still she slept as the woman with the knife stood beside her bed, eyes aflame, black eyes that reflected like oil. She towered over the young girl in that vast bedroom. With both hands the woman pulls the knife over her white puffy laced blouse. She brings it vertical past her heart, her breath slow, wet. 
 
 The young woman in the bed - her eyes open; they closed for a moment, then opened again. No anger, no calculations, it was no thought. She felt only fear, so consuming that there was nothing else to her. She was just that. And her body jumped out of the way of the knife and at the same time she grappled for it. And she saw her assailant for who she really was -- Ursala the Bitch. 
 
 The young woman ’ s red hair shook like thick vines. In a thin, opaque white night gown, she tried to push Ursala back. But the woman with the knife sank on her, using an immense, sturdy strength. She pushed the young woman back to the bed, collapsed closer to her, brought herself over the bed and wrapped the young woman ’ s frame in her knees. The young woman ’ s hands were clenched on Ursala ’ s, where the butcher knife was in a death grip, where a thin layer of gold-tan skin curled on the blade from the young woman ’ s forearm. And she screamed in anguish and yelled in fury, but there was a complete void of sound where her lips spread. As Ursala whispered, inside her eyes there was fire, Arielle, girl, don ’ t make me whoop your ass. 
 
 Arielle kicked up. Ursala stomach caved in and she was stunned for a moment. Arielle rolled off the bed and when Ursala turned around, one of the gold ornate candlesticks was off the wall and in her hands. She swung it at Ursala ’ s head -- it shattered there and Ursala went down cold. Even when she breathed Arielle didn ’ t make a sound. 

